A dream of a freedom fighter
Like a habitual shooting eye, his mind is drifting For his disabled and mental picking poisoning, To falsify the rhyme of human race; He has pending elongated quick look in the base. For scatterbrained dreams not being born to the noise, To trash the jeopardized and utmost poise. His joys are melded like a decaying clad To have plummet look from the core of blood. He has a mere soldier who has weapons to fight For thorough search and pumping rite. I have seen the guy from near and distant drill He has charms but palsied to hike in the hill. He is so sure that death lies in icy hand Where gain or loss entails equal band. In respect of high or low For significant change in human row. Forever love and fraternity in human soul He has dreams of glow to play in the role To cross the ocean by the strength of mind To have tastes of life by lagging behind.