I SALUTE THEM

I salute the talents of the scarifying hearts
For wasting their noteworthy time,
To end the disgrace of the tyranny;
To un-turn the yoke of wild;
To bring the spring in the barren land,
And to raise the head up- to be human,
All the people perceive them not,
Aid them not, not at all, nor
They have bullet, canon and missile
To defend and to defeat them,
What they have I see is a single pen.
Yet they hold on fighting for their sake;-
Who were not, are, but will be mates.
What heart could endure all?
Such hardships escorted by none.
How such helpless soul could yearns for;-
To shoulder such a perilous task,
The task taken by the rare heart,
The task taken by the dare heart,
I salute them; to their divine heart;
That could alter the whole world.
The world of wild to the world of human;
Where you could find no dissent,
Only the domain of equality and freedom,
Where you could find peace and delight;
As the boon that could design;-
Same world to be live in heaven