In profound contemplation sat
down
On a hill top for chatting of
a revenge
That was echoed in a piece of dialogue
While staging a play, quite a
boring one.
In a moment the theme was
given birth
A theme of setting fire and a
fire of war
A war against the ‘haves’ who
suppress,
Depress and oppress the
‘have-not’
What a queer notion he opted
for the rural folk!
As it led him to a catastrope
and trouble of life
But it turned him to be a
rebel of the ‘bourgeoisie’
Still he found contented, but
in pensive mood
That ultimately made him what
he has been.
As a chap in solitude and
armed in ideology
He moves and moves out with
his philosophy
In search of the ardent truth
hidden somewhere.
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