This Day
That date of the year,
When a lump comes up in the throat again,
Not because of what you couldn’t see
But for all that we couldn’t gain
Your tales, plastered on every wall
Ever since our childhood days
The rally to Delhi, the ask for blood,
Deep memories we cannot erase
Despite that, what is it we chose?
Cowardice, unambition, being small -
Unable to conquer our own selves
Forget about a nation’s call
Every year, this day
The reminder comes, yet one more time –
Wake up, arise, do something
Inaction is also a crime
With deeper sighs, the pen stumbles
Emptiness scribbled on a page,
Perhaps one day, will dissolve
The empty skies, the invisible cage
When one day, we will be worthy
Of calling you our hero,
Till then, this repentance stays our only
hope
Let these tears never stop to flow…
23rd January, 2025
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