There is so much left undone.
No newspaper in Goa dares to dig deep.
No lawyer rises, unwavering, for truth.
No political party truly stands up to the BJP.
No citizen army ready to face the mighty.
So much is broken.
So much is silent.
So much is waiting.
And so much is calling—to us.
The time for looking away is over.
The time for silence, for safety, for comfort—it’s gone.
Now, the hour calls for fire, for courage, for clarity.
This is where we are defined.
Not by our bank accounts, not by our titles,
but by what we choose to stand for—
when standing feels the hardest.
We have enough food in our plates.
Enough money in our pockets.
What we need now
is strength in our spine
and truth in our tongue.
Are we really going to let Bhagat Singh’s sacrifice become a forgotten paragraph in a schoolbook?
He gave his life.
We won’t even step into the rain?
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