Kindred Spirits

Answers set in stone,

The residual embers still aglow,

Scorching the touch with sombre conviction.

Crow-lines and arrogant sweat

mar the hearer’s forehead,

Facades of power now obsolete.

Debilitated naivety and nescient innocence,

Smile from their graves.

Notions of society,

Critiqued and scrutinised.

Parallels of yore;

Evidences of today,

Paving tomorrow’s way.

Yet somewhere, sometimes

Rebels of conviction do emerge.

With fire in their eyes

And grit in those nerves,

Forging a path

that none of servitude dare venture.

The reason for existence

And the protagonists of revolution,

They live and persist they do.

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