"Future lies in our hands".
In our voice , shall we echo as one ,for the sake of dying humaneness. To create a world .which is free from tangles of discrimination of gender,caste,creed,race,nation,status and religion - is the ultimate vision for future.
Soumya is a Digital Changemaker, Vocal Contributor and Community Champion of World Pulse.
CHILD OF WORLD'S DESTINY
On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…
In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!
The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…
REVOLUTIONARY PENS : The birth of ” Revolutionary Pens ” is for an unified purpose of the revolutionary artists around the world to create a world free from hatred, violence, discrimination, terrorism, politicization and transform it into a peaceful and humane world.
Artists across the globe are invited to share their respective thought provoking works here. It doesn’t lend any platform to artworks which include derogation, abuse of any form , nudity, violence , indifference, discrimination and lastly but not least plagiarism in their works.Amidst the world of chaotic noise and bouts of hatred , we the people of this world live in cocoon to free ourselves from these pangs and detach by ignoring the situation of the world. Issues are plenty ,but every problem shows the lack of inhumaneness in character and nature.
How has mankind moved in such a direction ,where we forget ,that we are humans and not cannibals or animals?
Strike a dialogue with others with your thought provoking notes, articles, poems, paintings, creations,photographs, editorials .
The group intends to bring together like minded artists and creators across the globe while creating a bond between each one of us to spread the word of peace and harmony through their respective works.
“A problem is a problem, will be a problem unless we don’t’ act upon it! “
Soumya is the Founder of the group Revolutionary Pens .
In modern times,
they puffed and smoked
the rings of callousness rose
Oh! the well of grim
dark and deep
invisible to the naked eye of dreams
Forget the tinkling sound of coins
count later after a while
the paper and plastic cards tucked in wallets
In dearth ,
dugs and buries itself
the agony of human
the precious birth ,once they said.
now to hell with this birth…they aghast..
god or human?
control your tongue…
wretched the destitute impoverish
hold the cigar of humanity
between their lips,
hypocrite’ , cries the soul…
they laugh and smirk away.
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