By Sakshi Chaubey
A world of cults,
Each drowning in their faith,
One for God, another for economic gain.
“All hail the Lord of Development”,
An exclusive pilgrimage of ego and rage,
Submit to the lord, or find yourself dying in a cage.
“I rise from the ashes”,
Screams a hero aloud,
An untold story, a voice for those lost in the crowd.
Challenging the odds,
The hero stands up to cruelty,
Rounding up like-minds in a bid against fealty.
“Our arms are wide open,
Join us so we can make your dreams come true”,
The ambitious ideal meets the idle, together they make two.
“One step away from your dream,
Just give your offerings for this godly goal”,
The Hero at crossroads, pondering each choice’s toll.
“For my people I shall”,
The Hero beams with pride,
Years have now passed, another phoenix has died.
And so it goes,
The words written in books of history,
The tale of a cult, the profits made from misery.
“Once a hero for us all”,
The stories lament a loss,
The biography of a corrupt, a hero that was.