Title: The Weight Of Deeds Poem by ashok jadhav

(The stage is dimly lit. A solitary figure stands center stage, trembling with a mix of anger, disappointment, and yearning. Their voice rises and falls like a storm trying to find its calm.)
Do you hear yourself when you speak? Do you hear the hollow echo of promises spilling from your lips like wine into a cracked cup—beautiful, tempting… but gone before it reaches the heart? Words, words, words… I have listened to them all. Sweet whispers, grand declarations, vows of loyalty and love… and yet… where are the deeds that follow?
You talk of courage, yet cower when the moment demands it. You speak of compassion, yet turn your face from the suffering you claim to care for. Every word you utter has weight—oh yes—but not the weight that matters. The weight that shapes the world, that etches itself into memory, that tells the truth… only action bears that.
I have watched. I have waited. And I have felt the sting of your empty promises. You think speaking loudly, speaking often, can replace the silent work of doing. But life does not bend to rhetoric. Life does not bow to syllables. Life bends only to deeds… the ones that are lived, not the ones that are spoken.
Do you see now? Can you feel the truth vibrating beneath your pride? It is not what you say that matters—it is what you do. When the storm comes, words will not hold the raft together. When hearts break, words will not mend them. When the time comes to stand, words will not carry you. Only action. Only action. Only… action.
So speak if you must—but let your hands, your courage, your choices speak louder. Let them roar louder than your tongue ever could. Because in the end… words fade. Deeds endure. And the world… the world remembers.
(Pauses. Breathes. Looks down, then lifts eyes to the audience with a piercing calm.)
Ask yourself—when history tells your story, will it remember what you said… or what you did?
(Blackout.)