I say... I believe... Does anyone care about it?... I say... No..!

You get up in the morning; all seems to go right unless you hear something,

Something about somebody’s loss.

You go back to bed and sleep with a hope of it being a dream.

You wake up again only to realize that the initial realization was a first meet with reality;

And by now, you are too numb to not face it again.

That moment when you realize that you have lost somebody,

Somebody you have always followed, you always wanted to interact with;

What remains now is a mere possibility of what could have been.

We are too engrossed in what should have been than what always is;

People tend to react rather than act, after the horse is eventually bolted.

Thinking of that someone, you start wondering why it hurts you so much,

That person meant nothing to you in terms of personal relations;

The person was nothing but an outsider trying to change the society.

There you are, that is what connects you so much to that person;

With society being our roots, you surely wouldn’t want someone to uproot your basis of life.

We mostly live for ourselves or at the most, our family,

But for a person who lived for the society and at large, people of his country;

The death to lay its icy hands on him in such a way is a saddening thing.

After all the moments of grief and being in a shocked state, you realize,

The world has lost just one out of many and you wonder if there is still any?

As they say “Life goes on”, but you wonder for how long, that very moment;

When you utter words and act as others didn’t want you to,

There remain only ashes; and all the aspirations go up with the smoke.

They say India is a democracy, and we have the right to express, for good at least.

Now, it’s high time when I say “Welcome to Democracy, Hypocrites”.

-         Mohar Moghe