When poets carve a picture in words
When literature is dipped in swords
When music is heard from the soul
Its a revolution that awaits…

When voices scream out of painful silence
When protests are held by a child’s prayer
When its no longer about the individual
The revolution has begun…

Every decade sees one of such
Every person goes through some of such
Who’ll come out of this successful
its hard to tell
In the end after all nothing will remain
and there’ll be peace later despite all the pain
But a wave of change would’ve started
And something new would’ve begun
Perhaps its the seed of the next revolution!