Shattered Promises On Silent Streets - Hannah Tresa Reni ✍🏻 Poem by Hannah Tresa Reni

In the land where the peacock proudly preens,
And saffron, white, and green unfurls,
What worth is freedom if it means,
Our daughters' dreams turn into hurls?

Independence—etched in blood and tears,
But what's this freedom that we claim?
When fear grips hearts, and silence sears,
The souls of those who bear the shame.

She wore a stethoscope with pride,
Healing hearts, mending pain,
Yet in the shadows, where horrors hide,
She fell—what freedom did she gain?

Injustice gnaws at the nation's heart,
Where is safety, where is peace?
How long will we bear this harrowing part,
Of a story that finds no release?

What use is a flag that flutters high,
When streets turn dark with every stride?
When justice whispers its quiet sigh,
And mothers mourn their daughters' pride?

So, as we sing of freedom's light,
Let us not forget the cries,
Of those who fought, not in the night,
But in the daylight—beneath the skies.

India, oh India, where did we go wrong?
Where is the promise we once made strong?
Until every woman walks without fear,
What's Independence, year after year?

Raise your voices, let them hear,
The silent screams of those we lost.
For freedom's flame must burn clear,
Or else, what's the ultimate cost?

Our daughters' safety—our truest test,
Let's build a nation where they can rest,
Unbroken, unscarred, in a land that's free,
Only then, will we truly be.

So this Independence Day, don't just cheer,
Remember those who aren't here,
Until every woman is safe and sound,
Freedom's promise is just hollow ground.