Moribund Reminiscence

Who is he that I am going to talk about,

For that, I will take you back to his past.

He elevated his clan without a doubt,

And mitigated the drudgery of menial caste.

Gave you and me the dignity, freedom and right,

To write, speak, eat, drink, sleep, and feel alive.

Beaconed the aeonic umbra with radiant light,

Entitled us with the privilege to live and thrive.

Legislated laws and shaped the constitution in our favour,

To bulwark us against every discriminative Fiat,

Through the myriad of struggles and painstaking labour,

His reforms rang down the curtain on the unjust riot.

That nonpareil icon didn't envisage his posthumous era ,

To be teeming with traitors running amok in helter-skelter.

His intensive endeavours reduced to dust of the terra,

As we threw down the gauntlet to one another.

Because when the caste bigotry finally bit the dust,

They forgot his unfathomable sacrifices and pain

Took reservation for granted and betrayed his trust,

Waving the white flag against diligence and brain.

So let's hearken back to those pick and shovel days,

When he fought our battle alone in the gruesome hour.

And unleashed his potential to be the fittest in the frays,

To Defy the crucible of our destiny and grant us power.

Don't forget the tears and sweat that he shed for us,

Preserve verdancy of the tree that once gave the shade.

But don't indulge in lush life to become a wuss,

Keep working hard and never let your sinew fade.

Always remember the gut-wrenching throe,

That we all went through in unison to come this far.

Our unity sustained us amidst weal and woe,

Like a constellation that shines brighter than a star.