“Blessed is the pleader”

Once in the era of glimpses

I hear a trembling whisper

I don’t want to see the injustice

I fear the social term

In the shock of culture

I wont sacrifice my tradition

To the extent of bloody inventions

I mean here innovation

I will label it as a rumor

I would fail my opinion

Blame every mull median

As a right of opinion

Reject proposals of ideation

I will stick to my gun

Carrying a false tribulation

Find the rusted sum

Who considers literacy education?

Timed fate over indications

That sorry am I for the creation

Blessed is the pleader

Silly or sad was a decision

Counter a cult was a mission

Swiftly delve an alternative

Man, you are the filthy creation

With bones of strength

And fingers with lighted pens

With a tongue of praise

And sense of sheer amaze

You call yourself the changer

I call myself the stander

Who sees you with your promises!

And claps on your flares

I am not scared of you

Nor I am a coward

My courage is jacketed

With thorns of mass fear

Because I care everyone near

And I record all your tears

Am I not riddling?

Mysteries of pleaded smears

Guilt of my expressions

And smile of sunken hope

I regret the challenges

I fashioned with hoes

This is a story of courage

And you laugh over it

They fear your roar

And you are silent in fear!