A Rebellious Person

He is running and running 

On a pebbled pavement 

Without a shield on his soles .

He is shouting and shouting 

In a busy bazar full of agitation 

With a strain on his throat .

It is bleeding woefully leaving footsteps on dusts

His throat is having painful sores 

To remain mute and dumb .

He is a soldier

To fight against exploitation, corruption and dictatorship

To save the fellow beings from 

Demonic barbarianism.

His voices have been blocked

His hands and feet are cracked

His thoughts are nailed 

He has been pulled to the graveyard

To be crushed and killed .