“They have thrashed him like a rebel , they have humiliated him like a beggar, they have shoved him out of boundary . They are so scared of his infection !
They are so scared of his passion. They are so scared of any revolution.
They never dared to look at his eyes , they never dared to listen to his voice , they are so scared of his infection!
And he bled from his heart , he bled from his head , he bled from everywhere of his body. They dragged him on his blood trail . They are so scared of the infection !
He now bleeds outside the boundary , he now bleeds to the death , he now bleeds in his dream. He now saw the lines on the wall “welcome to world of revolution” . He now saw his warm infected blood keeps trickling everywhere. He now saw the purpose beating his heart harder.
He will now wait for resurrection. He will wait to rise again like phoenix. He is the pathogen of change , he will never die…