Why do your blathering mouths fall silent?,
When they rive humanity into castes and creeds,
When the newborn shrubs, the innocent cubs,
Die into embers, oh the consequence of our greed.
Why endure the wrongs, overlook the rights,
Why not annihilate the dark and leap into the lights,
Why extinguish the fire burning in our eyes,
Why not making these tears inflammable?
The sand in the hourglass will reach the depths,
You are the youngest you’ll ever be, in this very second,
Years pass into oblivion in a moment’s flash,
Right now is the best chance, for opportunities to catch.
Question once to yourself-“What’s the wait for?”
Courage isn’t something, that you can call-
tomorrow or in times when you’re apt to fall,
If you haven’t had it now, you will have it not.
Let it be I run, let it be I crawl,
Even if in solitary moors, I’m the only soul,
Thousands of fireflies will guide me through the ocean,
The moment all the butterflies leave me alone.
Every word’s a grenade, every thought’s a weapon,
The day you change yourself, you can conquer the heavens,
How can we be voiceless, the youth of the nation?
When the duty is on our young shoulders, to spark a revolution.

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A Clash with the Wilderness
PoetryTo be human is to be lead by the soul, be valiantly vulnerable; lion-hearted and confident in what can be offered to you and what you can give in return. Insecurity has to be absorbed in this progress; it takes distinct bravery to get to a place wh...
