Monday, February 6, 2012

REBELLION RISES

The leader on the dias stands,
delivering words of wisdom rare.
Followed by his faithful bands,
to ease what they face and fare.

His voice, his eyes, audience in awe,
some spellbound hear him speak.
He related what he felt and saw,
told the importance of a clock's tick.

They were thoughtful - listened more,
his faith and power moving his hand.
His principles embedded to the core,
people glued like the wave of wand.

Like lava flow their blood boiled,
he mustered strength in his speech.
A king's conspiracy he thus foiled,
and woke the souls within his reach.


Prasenjit©1997-2012

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