Our forebears
carried the flame of freedom
in their hands—
not as cold and trembling sparks,
but as a fire that roared
with the laughter of the unchained.
They walked the earth
with their bodies bruised
by the weight of sacrifice,
yet their spirits soared—
they gave everything,
and still,
the flame burns within us.
It courses through our blood,
like a river that will not
be dammed.
Religion, you ask?
It is not carved in stone,
nor hidden behind gilded doors.
It does not wear the crown of temples
or kneel at the feet of idols.
It lives in the pulse of the earth,
in the silent breath of the oppressed,
in the heart that beats
for the stranger beside it.
Language?
The language of the soul
needs no words,
no grammar,
it speaks only in silence,
in the tender grasp
of another’s hand.
God?
God is the soft murmur
of a child’s cry in the dark,
God is in the shadows,
where the forgotten
lift each other up—
no names, no faces,
just the hum of humanity
that never ceases.
Caste?
There is only one—
it stretches like a river
from heart to heart,
its current carrying us
through the storms
of this fractured world.
Our only faith—
is Humanity,
Truth,
Brotherhood,
Love,
Goodwill,
The courage
to stand naked in the storm
and speak the truth.
We walk
in the light
that science offers,
not as blind followers,
but as men and women
who choose
to be more human,
more alive,
with every step we take.