Ask Yourself A Question Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Every quiet story
eventually
asks questions.
Not whispered ones,
but patient ones.

Questions that wait
until society
is tired of ignoring them.

What is family
when money arrives?
Does blood remember itself
after land is divided?
Why does silence
protect the powerful
more than the peaceful?
Why does law
wake up late
in poor houses,
but arrive early
where noise is rich?
Why does society
watch injustice
like entertainment,
and call it neutrality?

The young man
did not shout these questions.
He lived them.
He let his survival
become evidence.
He let his calm
expose chaos.

He asked the nation
without microphones:
Is revenge
the only language
we respect?
Or can dignity
still teach?
Some heard.

Most did not.
But history
listens carefully.
And time
keeps records
better than courts.