Be The Few

Be the few; the very few,

Who rise amidst the millions,

Who stand against all odds; bend down to none,

Who break the clutches of stereotypes,

Who do not get pulled down by the world,

The world; made by the kings and blings,

The world; made by freemen who fear freedom,

The world made by cultures set by estranged minds,

And the lord made by these; together binds,

To form our world.

Be the few; the very few,

Who rise amidst the millions,

Judgments, opinions, tag-names; given by the world,

Which do not bother those few,

Who are the real sun shine; who wait and watch,

They are the dew drops on leaves, a bait to conspiracies;

Made purely out of blood and bones,

Those who do not speak; but will definitely show,

To whom the world will bow,

With their heads down, kneeling till their legs bleed,

Yet, they are the perishing seeds,

As the world will not let them serve one’s own needs,

The world made by who’s who and what’s what,

The world in which the few are caught ,

But could rise if bestowed with cocky passion and tyranny like will,

The power that possesses all that we know and will ever,

The world may call them a rebel or a warrior,

But they will know,

That the few are an unstoppable force, their last hope, their only saviour,

Be the few; the very few,

Who rise amidst the millions.