REVOLUTION

Life is getting expired...

Thieves are busy,

Making the golden monuments..

One word is building up ,

The aesthetics of Shjahan,

Epics of Homer,

The Corruption......

Each day as dark,

Each seconds destructing,

The peaceful minds, lovable hearts....

Corruption, corruption, corruption,

That sounds majestically..

No stanzas for her sake,

No religion, never God.

My veins are getting bleed..

One day will come,

I will hold the ‘Kavachakundala’,

Will ignite the candle, hope-

For a 3^rd day,

For your resurrection.

Masked man will step down.

With this broken heart,

Get started, for your sake,

Your glory,

The REVOLUTION.

               

                                                                       --KRISHNARAJ