By Vijay Kumar
When the mind is dulled
Voices fearful
Spirit broken
With laden memories to yearn
When oppression reigns,
The value of life under strain
When yesterday was a struggle,
And tomorrow a dangerous muddle
When days are long nights
Where alien are rights
Justitia cares for one, not all
Wages asunder, riches to plunder
Society under an Orwellian heft
When all submit to the Emperor
Robbed of antecedents, history thoust dead
Solely upon today we are to concur
The past to desist
And morrow fails to arrive
Our mélange of legacy
Dialogues of science and theocracy
Philosophical and industrious
Combative, yet peaceful
Now felled by seeds of fear and doubt
Sown for battles internecine to sprout
For a bloody crop to harvest
Of perennial unrest
Whence enemies now, were brothers
Have forsaken even the mother
Future isn’t of spirited thought
But rife with hateful hemlock
Then like a flower in adversity
Like a warrior in defeat but undefeated
Like from the ebb of the sea
Now a gleaming pearl, you see
Rises hope and a whisper
Hark who goes?!
The Constitution, The Constitution
The great book of the people
Holding the light and wisdom
To reclaim the right from wrong
Wrest for the citizens their might
So, reading the great text
In corners and in the dark
Spreads far and wide the spark
Soul searching and introspection
Of Pride for resurrection
Wafting words, in the wind
Stoking fires within
Fires slow to burn
For they’d been buried far too deep, for easy churn
From hamlet to hamlet
Like a serenading quartet
A requiem for the brain-fog
Setting minds agog
Commenced a movement
Which broke the slumber
Out of the woodwork,
Came poets and writers
To sharpen their wit,
As barbs against baiters
Render stirring songs
To now excitable throngs
Who’d brought the revolution along?
Impassioned seekers of the truth again
In its embrace young old, weak, men and women
Hearts ablaze
With envisioned sovereignty
Tussled to restore
A people’s dignity
Who casueth the upheaval?
Democracy, an idea medieval!
Enshrined in a great book lost, now found
Written by its people, profound
In the footsteps of one
Who walked his land
Wiped many a tear,
Held a zillion hands
Withstood the force, with truth, unafraid
To prise back for his brethren
Their distressed land
Like so now,
The book awakens
Our soul once more
To win back its days of yore
Encore, encore
Hark who goes?!
The Constitution, The Constitution
By Vijay Kumar
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