He walked along the empty street,
A lone figure lost in cerebration,
Feeling a sense of wholesome defeat,
For he had failed the people of his nation.
He had left them in the hands of frauds,
Of swindlers and of killers,
A society that marauds,
A caravan of blamers.
Thousands had died so they could live,
So they could breathe the free air,
But souls of those martyrs will never forgive,
These attempts to sow despair.
What has the nation become?
Certainly not what he had dreamed,
Where hundreds suffered for the need of some,
Where Justice silently screamed.
Where selfishness was a virtue,
And honesty was gagged by greed,
Where lies were also true,
Where none could punish a misdeed.
Could the country be saved?
Well, he had done his part,
But he knew the way was engraved,
Into every human's heart.
Only they can save their dying land,
And protect it from dangers untold,
Together they could take a stand,
To bring back the glories of old.
Slowly, he halted at a gateway,
He'll be back again tomorrow.
'Rajghat'-the signboards cried away,
He smiled. It was time to go.