I Know Why They Love Sedition

That day reminded me of another breeze,

I witnessed in the long gone days.

There were he and she and some poverty-stricken humans,

They were the cloud of a black sky,

They were the smoke of factory chimney,

They were everything but not a living and breathing entity

Their only mistake

Or I should say their biggest achievement was they can think of sedition.

Was not accepted by the powerful hands of society.

They need to remain in a fearful trill.

They dare not claim the world.

They should not open their mouths to vocalize their pain.

They have to be like a receding tide,

That is their destiny and life.

But, How can anyone bottle up a bristling wall of strength?

They flew with the current and leaped into magnificent mountains and talking rivers,

They knew the sky, the moon, the sun,

It all belonged to them.

They would not accept any more dominance.