An instrument to beautifully act
To you, to creatively enact
I toast to time, its evolution
A bow at its revolution
I promote the absurd
Times need for the changed theme
A propose self-assertion
Revolution is my dream…
This elaborate world of unjust
As in any novel
The idealist is the fighter
A poet puts truth as its igniter
This created picture
Your fake smile of disguise
Smile at stupidity
For your reason has gone goodbye
This evolution of idea
To be made of your own
Like paint for your picture
Action for you words
A revolution for idea
Made not by silk gloves
For a wish for change
Away from lives to the estrange
For whom shall attend?
To create this new end.