The God of Small Things

(Dedicated to all those Indians who serve country without any question or need for recognition. 

And to remind ourselves that nation is not only a geographic promise but a collective responsibility)

He walked alone in the beginning

Like a clueless kid finding its first steps in the world

Never knew how to begin, where to go

But believed that his steps will make a path for others

When all of us were committed to the role of spectators

Busy in the job of clapping and jeering as the situation called for

He alone had a dream to fight for freedom of his brothers

The unfortunate ones who our so-called-society ignores

He could have stayed back waiting for the world to change

Hidden behind the comfortable life he can easily afford

Could have spent his time commenting about the system

And making big plans for his own future

But alas he was different

Listened to a different drummer and made a way on his own

A God of small things

An ignited soul who knew the true meaning of freedom