The Last Voice Of Democracy Poem by AAHAN VARMA

One day,

The slogans will fade.

The faces will change.

The promises will age.

But one question

Will still remain—

Will the people's voice

Survive the noise and pain?

A student will ask,

'Where is my future? '

A farmer will ask,

'Where is the value of my labour? '

A mother will ask,

'Where is my child's chance? '

And a citizen will ask,

'Where has my trust gone? '

These questions

Are democracy's heartbeat.

These questions

Keep freedom on its feet.

The question isn't

Who sits in power.

The question is—

Who answers.

The question isn't

Who wins the race.

The question is—

Who serves the place.

Because a nation

Isn't built by names.

It is built by millions

Carrying hopes and dreams.

A teacher.

A worker.

A doctor.

A farmer.

A journalist.

A student.

These are the voices

That move a nation forward.

We don't ask for miracles.

We don't ask for perfection.

We simply ask for a country

Where honesty isn't a disadvantage,

Where truth isn't a danger,

And where questions aren't feared.

Because the day people

Become afraid to speak,

Democracy doesn't die at once—

It slowly grows weak.

So keep asking.

Keep caring.

Keep hoping.

Keep trying.

Because the last voice of democracy

Doesn't come from a throne,

A building,

Or a government alone.

It comes from a citizen

Who still believes,

And still asks—

'Can we become better than this? '