RED REVOLUTION
I was playing cricket
at my court yard
in front of my sweet home
one man came
wearing red shirt
said revolution
taken one stump
and asked me to follow
to fencing the product
I was wondered
where is the product
of red revolution
oh....its my court yard
and sweet home
product of red revolution
I saw the product
it is dark
filled with anguish
gunman wearing
'Khaki' shirt came
and asked me to follow
i saw his eyes
pointing on my forehead
heard a piercing noise
an octogenarian wearing
white 'kurtha and pajama' came
wrapped me in red flag
three of them together
men in red ,khaki and white
started chanting slogans
oh son you are the
product of red revolution
sez zindabad sez zindabad
HIS HEAD ALWAYS HIGH, AND THE FLAME OF GOD WAS IN HIS EYES.................... HE WAS OFTEN SAD BUT HIS SADNESS WAS TENDERNESS SHOWN TO THOSE IN PAIN AND COMRADESHIP GIVEN TO THE LONELY.......... gibran.....
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
red revolution
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