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Poem: The Revolutionary's Tale

October 27, 2008
Kashkin

In these grand bazaars of humanity
Carried I have, these ingredients of revolution
As those old ships begin to arrive with its stock
Stand there I, in the distance with my words
Of change and freedom, for me and you
Hear me my friends, hear me my strangers
As I have nothing to sell, nothing to offer
But only the words and the old fire
From this need to create and change
Of what we are and promise of transformation

Let me be your magic, lend me your time
In silence they depart, like last breaths
The old steps of traders and their ways
Stand there I, in the distance, with my words
In these grand bazaars of humanity
To offer, these ingredients of revolution
Come near me, offer me your smile
I will bring you the tales from its avenues
In these grand bazaars of humanity
Cometh forward, an old friend,
The gypsy face and familiar dreams
Empty this place and its streets,
You may start, I am all yours
In these grand bazaars of humanity

So begins this journey, through words
In these grand bazaars of humanity
The dilemma of us all, as we witness
The elemental disposition, as part of us all
To watch, to talk but devoid of action
Carried I have these ancient years
As I scratch my head and view my veins
To ponder, the old civilizations and times
From distance, the learning what I could
To hear, what was there, in old revolutions?
As they performed, the dance and its joy
When will it come as I remember?
The old stories of pain and from elation
What will I get out, from those words?

In ancient times, in ancient ways
Gone are those people and struggles
Times have changed, they say but remains
The same struggles, different arenas
As I scratch my head and view my veins
I still have time, to make a difference,
One last effort, one last song,
Someone will come, someone will bring
The light to hold, the road to travel
Where will you go, where will I remain
What are those sorrows that follow us?

Like old dreams, like old memories
Fight I will with you and struggle of ours
Remain we will focus and together
I am still alive, there is still time,
We could make a difference,
Remain we will, glued to this vision
Of change and of freedom,
With my heart and flowers
Back in the desert, in protection of winds
Carry they will you to me, like a letter
As the old ancient years and its stories
In its formation, in its demise,
Remain I will loyal, to this cause and effort
As I scratch my head and view my veins
Far we will go, only if we could just try
What harm will it bring, if it only brings pain?
Known is this concept and its effect

Grown I have, with this concept and its effect
Far I will go, if I could only remain
In ashes, like phoenix, the revolution will come
As the time and its shores, throw
The hidden pearl and its elements
As I remain with you and ancient times,
Of all the sacrifices that we have taken,
Few more will not hurt, and suffice it will be
For all, to see, things could change
Just one more effort, one more try

Come near me, hold me close
As I scratch my head and view my veins
Let's not be divided and keep on the track
As those flowers, like those dreams
Time to wake up from this peaceful slumber
The old effect, of knowledge and its stupor
As I scratch my head and view my veins
Still enough in them, to carry us through
Those ancient times and the rime of ours
All in this universe that unfolds, its view
So beautiful and serene, these mountains
As I scratch my head and view my veins
Held in this darkness, this sense of light
In sleep, moments of silence, no words
And its downpour, only the ancient worlds
As I scratch my head and view my veins
No surrender and its signs, as I examine
These ancient years of mine and its story
Fight you will, I hear the voices from near
And far, don't let go yet, lend us few moments

Draw we will pictures in magic, and walk
As open fields welcome in its aroma
Like an old train and its passengers
In anticipation, for its arrival
The old familiar grounds, the old spots
Keep on the move, never be still
As I carry myself in these ancient years
The old scratch in my head and view of veins
Bring forward, the old characters
Dressed up in daggers and in formation
The empty space and its presence
Like tiny stars, like revolving planets
All there to perform and hear,
The old ancient tunes and its last resonance

As I scratch my head and view my veins
To open up, this journey of revolution
To follow the promise of change
In these grand bazaars of humanity
Carried I have, these ingredients of revolution
As those old ships begin to arrive with its stock
Stand there I, in the distance with my words
Of change and freedom, for me and you
Hear me my friends, hear me my strangers
As I have nothing to sell, nothing to offer
But only the words and the old fire
From this need to create and change
Of what we are and promise of transformation
Let me be your magic, lend me your time

In silence they depart, like last breaths
The old steps of traders and their ways
Stand there I, in the distance, with my words
In these grand bazaars of humanity
To offer, these ingredients of revolution
Come near me, offer me your smile
I will bring you the tales from its avenues
In these grand bazaars of humanity
Cometh forward, an old friend,
The gypsy face and its familiar dreams
Empty this place and its streets,
You may start, I am all yours
In these grand bazaars of humanity!

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Poem: The Revolutionary's Tale

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#1
Aaman
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October 27, 2008
01:30 AM

Wonderful poetry, thanks

#2
Vinod Joseph
October 27, 2008
06:40 PM

Very, very good. Please keep them coming.

#3
commonsense
October 27, 2008
08:45 PM

wow!! nice. really nice!

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