Human rights are not luxuries,
they are not favors handed down
from thrones or offices.
They are the bones of our being,
the quiet truth that says:
I am here. I matter.
Yet how often they are traded
like currency,
weighed against profit,
bent under fear.
How often silence becomes cheaper
than justice.
But still—
in streets lit by protest fires,
in whispers carried across borders,
in the steady gaze of those
who refuse to disappear—
they rise.
A right is not a law,
not ink on paper,
but a pulse,
a voice that will not quiet
even when the world
tries to cover its mouth.
And peace—
true peace—
cannot live without them.
It is not the absence of war,
but the presence of dignity,
the recognition of each life
as unshakably equal.
So we keep standing,
hands open,
voices loud,
building a world
where rights are not a dream to chase
but the ground beneath our feet.
My residence has never seen any demolition.
Nor had I to shelter under a place of obstruction.
It's my extirpated inner self that I'm fleeing from.
And seeking a refuge where faith is unshakably firm
Natural calamities have little to do with me.
But, human-induced disasters, herein I am not free.
I bear nature’s conditions and extreme temperatures.
But, unable to adjust to the moral trespassers.
I feel someone is offering spiritual shelter.
Till I find such a divine one, my heart is in swelter.
Black storm clouds that gather over the terrain of my mind
Should be delinked and all affinities should be aligned.
Though escape from realities, once in a while, might sooth
Could one evade kith and kin and avoid day-to-day truth?
Endorsing and enhancing humanitarianism
Could, here on earth, helm one towards libertarianism?
Yet, the ultimate shelter for all living entities
The Supreme Soul, who surpasses earthly identities
Unto Him is the tireless striving of my shield about
In his shelter, I'll rest free from every heart-hounding doubt.
We will travel together
on a delightful and exciting journey...
I, in my body train unshakably
to explore your paths sweetly...
You, in your flowery forest body
all perfumed with the scent of captivating rose...
Surely, there will be no scarcity
of fuel...
Our energized fluids
actively as is,
will provide...
fundamental supply... !
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