Closed hearts and troubled minds stirred, suffering humiliation in silence. There came by, a laid back and common man with nothing special. Great was he neither by academic merits, Great was he not by amassing riches, Yet Revolutions many he made with a sharp mind. When the world lay asleep, in Dreams of high and low births, Great was he who refused to bow down, Great was he who refused to raise above others, Shattering caste hierarchies, he declared the dawn of social equality and justice. When streets lay divided, closed to outcasts and untouchables, Great was he who knocked down walls, Great was he who denied lofty Gods, Questioning stories wrapped in inhuman horror, Athiesm, he preached, was the new social honour. When the world made matches among children, men drinking in stupor watching women suffer. Great was he who stepped in recklessly, Great was he who aroused women and children , Saving innocent lives, breaking down toddy shops, Marched ah...