Long Live Reforms! Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Tiruppur's haze, where factories hum,
Ananya's legacy had just begun.
Garments stitched with care and pride,
But beneath the seams, cracks did hide.

A buyer's demand, a stark decree:
"Prove your green or cease to be."
Riya, young and full of fight,
Faced the task to make it right.

The boardroom echoed with dissent,
"Costs are high, we can't relent."
Workers feared what change might mean,
Machines replacing hands unseen.

To Arun's home, Riya went,
Where fears and truths were softly spent.
"We don't fear work, we fear the day,
Our dignity might slip away."

A plan was forged, a system tried,
With trust and data side by side.
Machines flagged spikes, production stalled,
But soon the gains were loudly called.

Energy saved, machines held true,
The workers found a future too.
Riya stood, her proof in hand,
Arun beside her, firm they'd stand.

The boardroom vote was tight but clear,
A path of change began that year.
Solar panels crowned the roof,
A buyer's faith, the strongest proof.

The factory hummed, not just with thread,
But hopes reborn, not fears of dread.
Persistence won, not fleeting might,
A story stitched through day and night.

So let this tale inspire your way,
Lead with trust and not dismay.
For legacies are not for sale,
But built by those who dare to fail.