Don’t wait for the revolution to happen,

make it happen.

Time is always right to do the right,

soil is ready to sow, standup for the fight;

time is ripe.

There are so many best minds all around

but I regret a very few are revolutionary;

don’t give in, come at them everywhere.

Let’s end the beginning of all wars,

no one would die tomorrow onwards.

Before too many toes are stepped on

we need a revolution;

the rebel, catch them young.

You don’t know what we aspire;

leave us wherever we are.

We are not a pawn on the chessboard to die before the king,

Queen’s stiletto won’t shine if it is not my skin;

may the best win.

More than a mere contribution to the biomass,

in the end bones rest on dust

and the legend must go on.

In a state when life is lifeless, death is nirvana

the warmth of hope in a cold;

they are Jesus, they are Allah, they are Rama.

They are the working class heroes, mostly unsung

the rebel, catch them young.

Sometimes it is the lies that made them nice;

Some has money and all, they have none.

Enliven spring after a deciduous fall,

the power of poor, they are communist by religion.

Turn the pages with terrible rebellion,

pave the way for a new world;

no tale of pain and sorrow, man eating man;

the all we need is a revolution.

Shines with each day feeding by

a few steps ahead, victory awaits;

friends, let us sing together, march skywards.

One world, one struggle for us all,

for every oppressed they are the liberation song.

The rebel, catch them young.