There are ripples and there is a wave,
which one among them will we choose.
Frightful are many and there is a brave,
which every age upon us has let loose.
Through the ages I have walked and seen,
frightful, weeping eyes and a bowed head.
Savages, barbarians and people who are mean,
tortured, maimed and soaked the ground in red.
The ripples have rippled through the ages,
while I have seen few high waves.
I lament the silence of innocents and sages,
while there is reign of devils and knaves.
Ripples like silence faded away in vain,
I witnessed the cowards becoming slaves.
Like a fiery rebel it soothes the pain,
I am glad to have seen such high waves.
We will choose wave over a ripple,
that will slowly turn fortune's wheel.
Once slaves; Bravely turn into people,
the 'Devil' before 'Time' will surely kneel.
Prasenjit©1997-2017
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