We were told that this is victory

We were told that they were important in getting us to this place

They wanted us to celebrate it

They even told us how to do it

They were upset about the people who had their own idea about what this meant to them

A lot of us were scared to express our views as they were capable of causing great pain and humiliation

Some of us showed up at the celebrations, 

some formed small groups to find company in their agreement or disagreement 

and some watched everything from a distance quietly

For a few it was a moment when their faith got questioned

Some saw domination, 

some saw reconciliation, 

and some seeked revenge like it was personal

 

A lot gets revealed in the way we celebrate 

It is often wildly vengeful and in your face

It is rare to see one that is serenely confident and full of grace

 

I thought my faith was unlimited and I was wrong

I am probably on my last pint 

and I do not know how this world will look after I down my last sip

Wile I still have some left with me, I will do some prayers 

Prayers to what I imagine as a just, kind and unbiased entity

 

I pray that you show me sights that will replenish my faith in you

Let me go back to those times where I felt that my trust in you is unconditional

Let me see humans being humanised 

Let there be care and cooperation and not distancing and domination

I want heroes with humility and leaders with honesty

Let there be curiosity and concern and not conclusion and judgement

Let children have a childhood and the elders their dignity

Let there be love and let there be grace

Let us manifest a future where nature has its space

Skanda S

Skanda S

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Skanda is an educator and a writer based in Bangalore. He is a founding member of Centre For Conversations.

1 Comment

  1. Stan

    Apt words reflecting the times we live in and the prayer of a population that seems to be fast diminishing.

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