Dried himself up like a withered leaf,
All the sap dried up, like stinking sweat;
Became out caste, like a pained blister,
Hated like rotten meat,
Always on the run, like a fugitive;
And crushed under his own weight.
Became a burden for himself,
Ready to explode for dark empowerment,
Life goes by needs, not by dreams;
A beggar can meet his needs,
But an emperor may fail to realize his dreams,
Revolution is a dream not need.
He thinks, he is the answer;
But world sees him as dead end,
He thinks, he has the solution for all the ills:
But world sees him as hungry for power,
He thinks, he is fighting for the people;
But world sees him, as an escapist.
He thinks to usher revolution,
But world sees him, as unresponsive;
He thinks, he is working for others;
But world sees, he is raining hardships:
O beguiled revolutionary! Enlighten yourself;
Don’t be misguided by illusions; beautiful world lies within.
Before angry, forgive others;
Before condemn others, wait and think about yourself:
Before speak, listen to others;
Before taking to guns, labor;
Before loot, earn by hard work;
Before kill, let others live.
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