By Meera Kathija
In India's heart, where freedom's call
Echoes through the streets, standing tall
Yet whispers of dissent, a distant hum
A nation's pulse, where hope is undone
The winds of change, they whisper low
Of justice, equality, and rights to know
But shadows of fear, they loom so large
And silence the voices, that dare to engage
In streets of Manipur, tears fall like rain
And Kashmir's valleys, a story of pain
The Rohingya's plight, a desperate cry
A humanity lost, in a world gone dry
The children suffer, their future unsure
Their smiles, a distant memory, hard to endure
The women cry, their voices unheard
Their stories, a testament, to a nation's blurred
But still we hold, on to hope's thin thread
And pray for a dawn, where love will be spread
Where freedom's light, will shine so bright
And India's soul, will heal from its plight.