Sushant Thapa
Revolution Getting inspired is
Like the click
Of the gun,
Only I use it
To kill the baddies.
The goodies lie too humble
In their skin. They shade their skin
Much later.
We need fire and blood
To breathe in
The revolutionary air.
Revolution shows
No mercy,
The mess of the system
You created is
Still your infant scribblings.
The youth is just to
Remind you of
The same dirty inkblot
On the official paper.
