Flattering others
Making your own flatterers
Holding parties, forming groups
Falsely applauding people
Writing your own praises
Publishing them in the name of others
You did nothing
You were not seen seated anywhere on the stage
You did not want to make the sun rise on your palm
Nor did you want to hold the sun in your fist
Nor did you fly in the air
Nor did you want to hold the sky
You always walked on the ground
You remained on the ground
You could never fit
Like a picture- in a ready-made frame
You walked your path fearlessly
With vigour you called out
‘We are free’
You were always anxious to cross
‘the last barrier’
Your anger was eager to burst out
Truly, you were a different kind of
Activist and human
Even though you were familiar,
you were like a stranger
You kept walking continuously
Against the flow of tradition
To awaken the consciousness in the society
Alone with your existence
I wish, you could have paused for a while
To look around you and yourself
To turn your pronoun life
Into a noun
