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“But you won’t understand, neither your revolution”

A short poem honoring the truly a revolutionary generation who gave their everything to built the nation.

Saurabh Srivastava, PhD
The Pub
4 min readJul 19, 2024

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Photo by Koshu Kunii on Unsplash

Well,

You can set the school on fire,

You may burn the library too.

Well, you can go,

and stop the trains,

rob the grocery stores,

and old ladies,

All in name of revolution,

but doesn’t exist outside your mind.

Have you imagined,

who the true revolutionaries are?

The people who built the town!!

They walked with me once,

I recall,

Their laughter,

Their wisdom,

Their hunger for life,

I can trace their footsteps,

On the trail that goes to river,

Where they had their moments of joy, of pain, of simple being.

You know,

The library and the school were risen,

on Uncle George’s land,

His gift of knowledge to us,

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Saurabh Srivastava, PhD
Saurabh Srivastava, PhD

Written by Saurabh Srivastava, PhD

Evidence based perspectives on philosophy, evolution, culture, and science. Plus, some broken poems. Opinions are my own.

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