A REVOLUTION

At eighteen his mind is up against all odds,
A revolutionary soul gets into his blood,
He wants to change the whole system,

To free it from corruption, oppression, favoritism,
With words or swords, he wishes to raise a revolution.
Even without any outside support on his own,

He grows with the spirit, takes education,

Takes a job as a reward, gets into the system 
Gradually the system with all its odd gets into him,
Take control of him, makes him a part of the rhythm. 
Peacefully he begins a comprise with everything,

But decides to make them right from tomorrow morning.

Mornings come, become evenings, days pass on 
his tomorrow morning doesn't arrive for his action.
he grows sixty retires from the job, leaving behind the system,

Which is yet to change for good, yet to meet his dream.

His old veins no more run the hot blood in them,

That is competent enough to raise a revolution

But his soul still shelters the thoughts  of a change,

He begins praying god to do a miracle for change

Each night he sleeps hoping to wake a great morning,

God knows, what comes to him first, his end or a great morning

HUMAN MIND GROWS THIS WAY, FOR MANY.