In the Valves of my Heart
In the Corridors of despair
While the disappointed soldiers are marching
When the whole Universe is
inactive and incoherent
When the silence sending the
shivering sounds
In the veins of my heart
while the waves of the oozing blood
sending tremors
When I am not deserving even
a handful of rice
To fill this wrecked stomach
When a piece of rice become a bullet
when a loaf of bread become a missile
Then
A Revolution will born !
A new era will dawn !!
A Change can be seen !!!

This is the transalation of my poem in Telugu published in my Book. There are Millions of poorest people in India who are not lucky enough to get even one time meal fully.I have seen some of the people who fights for the thrown out food in the garbage after eating by somebody. This is really pathetic situation in most of the third world countries.Poor is becoming poorer and rich is becoming richest. The balance of the rich and poor and social equality has become a day dreaming in India.