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by: chandra p sharma
| | I am waiting for the stroke | | That will enliven
The living dead
The consciously unconscious.
The stroke which will cause
To mold a human dynamo:
A Prometheus,
A Thomas Moore,
A Gandhi.
The stroke which will bring an opportunity
To make everyone free from the bondage,
To create an awareness for one’s existence
Enabling one to stand and talk
Without being afraid of your thunder, your sword, and your bullet.
Then
He will have the courage
To yell at you,
To cry for himself
And to weep for all.
He will have his life’s contentment
By vanishing like a drop of water
In the multitudes of people.
But with his life’s contentment,
You will lose your happiness.
You will lose your sleep like Lady Macbeth
And power like Macbeth
Then
Your soul will cry and stand against you.
You will be a living dead walking in the darkness of night.
And then
You will remember him,
And weep for him;
As others have done in the history.
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