Even though the winds start receding,
The streams stop flowing,
The rituals faint,
The customs stain,
The habits trail,
The temperaments quail.
Even though the power change hands
And even though the regime ‘brutally’ stands
Till the “mighty pen” is breathing…
I’ll not let “U” die….
((This poem is an effort to boost up the journalism by revealing its power to itself once again…
“Mighty pen” is referred to as power of journalism…
And “U” is referred to as our “democracy”…
Journalism in this poem speaks of saving n preserving the originality of our democracy, its identity….irrespective of the changes occurring to demolish it…))