‘I am revolution’, I have lost my mind .

I am born in the blood of the oppressed,

In the veins of the poor, I start to flow;

The hearts of the depressed have my throbs,

The wounded egos give me a beaming glow.

The injustice always thinks , I have died,

The repression considers , I have no choice;

The savagery never fathoms my depth,

The brutal regimes try to silence my voice.

I wait for my foes to mend their ways,

I exhort them to behave with a human grace;

But their arrogance stands as a stumbling- block,

Then with every silent sigh, I increase my pace.

Slowly, I leave my abode in hearts and minds,

And come on the streets to show my might;

Like the seething sea under the scorching Sun,

My simmering discontent gains its height.

Fuming with rage, I become a tempest,

My frenzy makes me totally blind ,

What I will do, I am unable to foresee;

None can anticipate my colour and kind.

Wait for the time when my fury ends,

Horrific trails of ravages, you will find;

Luxurious palaces will be lying in debris,

‘I am revolution’, I have lost my mind .