ARISE

ARISE

The country… trembles.

Not from revolt,

but from forgetting.

Like a temple bell that hasn’t been rung,

it still waits… for sound.

Dreams, once wet with prayer,

now dry on the screens of phones.

The young brilliant, restless

but without roots.

Clouds without rain.

And somewhere, behind the sky of forgetting

She waits.

Dark.

Patient.

A silence in motion.

Her anklets are not heard now,

but every fall of dust is her step.

Every storm that breaks your plan

is her hand… moving time.

No film will save the heart this time,

no stardust can feed the soul.

The reel has ended

and the theatre is dark.

The last of the stars have bowed,

and in that darkness

She lights a wick.

Small.

Unseen.

In you.

This Karma-bhoomi does not trade peace for progress.

It carries memory like a scar,

and truth like fever.

Here, enlightenment is not taught

it’s torn open.

And She

She tears to heal.

Kali.

Black flame of beginnings.

The mother who births through endings.

Her smile a blade,

Her embrace the ash of illusion.

Arise, child.

Conquer,

Remember.

You are the seed that forgot it was fire.

You are the echo of every saint who whispered her name

and dissolved.

Let the screens fade.

Let the noises die.

She is not far

She is the pulse behind your eye.

Rise…

not with rebellion,

but with remembrance.

Rise to lead,

Rise….

into the darkness

more divine than light.

For the stars have fallen,

and now

the sky waits for you.