The Stoic Silence

 

When the world's in sound sleep,
I was woken by my dream-
wherein, I took a lone leap,
to the streets of no beams.

No more were the nights silent,
no more were the streets stranded,
no more were the people homeless,
and no more were the lands expanded.

But, when I woke up,
nothing had changed,
other than the stoic silence 
that used to reign.

Dismayed, I did roam
around the town. 

The silence which reigned,
was not for me, to dare.
And the eyes which stared,
seemed scary like a snare.

Did acting dumb all these years,
made me numb with fears ?
Never can I be,
for I fly across the sea.

Then, I started the fight- 
for the silent, for the stranded.
for the homeless, for the landless.
for the oppressed and the suppressed.

I taught them how to read,
and they taught me what was weed.
I taught them to write,
and they taught me what was blight.

Who said they were worthless?
Or was it the fear of the powerless?

When the people started to learn,
the tyrant was in turn.
When the people started to act,
the corrupt was entrapped.

When our voices were raised, 
it was always heard.
When our concerns climbed,
it was always undermined.

Thus, what was needed was to - 
break the ‘stoic silence’
Nothing fancy. Nothing new.
But breaking something way too old.

Years passed, and at last,
wearing the green carpet,
playing the loudest trumpet,
once again she surged.

After years of spar,
Soaring high, it was not me,
it was my ideal nation,
Not mine, but ours.

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My entry for CBSE 3rd expression series - @My vision for India at 2047 (100 years of independence; dated- 26/01/2022 )