My deeds are not enough

My thinking is drifting 

Through the clouds,

I think today that

There should be a better world, 

I learnt from great person's autobiographies,

That make it,

Never wait for someone else 

To do it for you.

My mind is sifting through the ages,

As the ink runneth upon 

The pages of history,

Searching for peace in society,

Where there would be no exploitations,

Of labour of workers and peasants,

And working class by exploiters 

Of Labour.

So questions arise in my mind that

Whether my deeds are enough?

I know from experiences of human lives,

When hearts desire,

When souls aspire,

When passions inspire,

The scene can be set.

Words are enough,

Tears are enough,

Struggles for life are enough,

Sufferings are enough,

Pains are enough,

Torments are enough,

Exploitations are enough,

Along with darkness is enough.

In darkness of workers we reside,

One day, somebody would ignite,

In which such thought would come,

Creating storm

And it would wash away the darkness.

Out of deepened sea of utter despair,

Holding the thoughts of liberation,

Tomorrow would come

Creating a new day,

Where there would be no exploitations,

Of labour of workers and peasants.

I have read the voices of philosophers,

That educate the workers and peasants,

To know their rights,

And if would know their rights,

They can find their ways,

To get their rights 

From the violators of rights.

Alone one shall be walking in his path,

In the journey that he or she choses,

He is to walk on thorns,

And to face its wrath.

Though there are dreams in my mind,

I fell asleep for achieving the dreams,

I failed in my will power,

Like a magnet which reaches for iron,

Like a thirsty man longing for water,

And I come to conclusion of my Question 

That my deeds are not enough.