TITLE“Republic Day Tears: For the Recorded and the Unrecorded”đ️ POEM (ENGLISH)Republic Day TearsToday is not just a date,It is a memory breathing in the air.The flag rises, songs echo loud,And suddenly, my eyes are wet with pray
đē TITLE “Republic Day Tears: For the Recorded and the Unrecorded” đ️ POEM (ENGLISH) Republic Day Tears Today is not just a date, It is a memory breathing in the air. The flag rises, songs echo loud, And suddenly, my eyes are wet with prayer. I cry for names carved in stone, And more for those never engraved. If history had room for all, My ancestor would not remain unnamed. Maulana—Munshi Amiruddin, A poet whose words had fire and pain. A freedom fighter behind prison walls, Who fought without hope of fame. No textbook speaks his sacrifice, No chapter carries his voice. Yet freedom felt his silent steps, When he chose truth over choice. I cry again for Karbala’s path, For a journey lost in time. Thirty thousand hearts crossed faith and land, To stand with Hussain against crime. No document tells their dust-filled march, No archive recalls their vow. But justice remembers every soul, That refused to bow—then and now. O Republic Day, receive these tears, They are not of sor...