'Time To Roar'

Time To Roar 

Terror in Kashmir, it strikes again,

Just when peace seemed near, it tore in vain.

In Pahalgam, innocent lives lost in a blink,

A cruel tragedy, enough to make you think.

What did they do? Was there a crime?

Were their lives a casualty of some twisted rhyme?

Did they offend, provoke, or strike?

Or were they simply living, just like you and I?

Why this bloodshed? Why this rage?

Are we trapped in a never-ending cage?

It’s time to stop, time to ask,

Time to look beyond this bloody mask.

Yes, I am a proud Hindu, standing tall,

But my demand isn’t hate, it’s justice for all.

I seek no division, I seek no fear,

Just a land where love and truth are clear.

A Hindu land, where wisdom stays,

Where ancient truths break all chains and haze.

Not a land of sorrow, not one of despair,

But a land of strength, where justice is fair.

We’re not the ones who bow or break,

We’re the children of a land that will awake.

We’ve learned to rise, to stand, to fight,

This is our time, we’ll set things right.

But look at us—silent, meek,

Like spectators at a show too weak.

Too afraid to rise, too afraid to speak,

It’s foolish to wait, when our future’s so bleak.

We’ve let this mindset grow like a weed,

Bred by those who sow division, greed.

Too blind to see, too numb to care,

We’ve built this chaos, yet we sit and stare.

It’s not politics, it’s our nation’s soul,

A battle for truth, for a worthy goal.

We’ve been deceived by fake promises and lies,

Now it’s time to rise, to open our eyes.

Hindus must unite, stand side by side,

Our power is love, our strength our pride.

Let’s raise our voices, loud and clear,

For justice, for truth, and a future we hold dear.

It’s time to ask, it’s time to see,

What’s right for us, what’s meant to be.

The future’s ours, it’s shining bright,

A land where peace and truth ignite.

The time has come to end the fight,

To stand for truth, to claim our right.

Our eyes now blaze with a fire so fierce,

In unity, we’ll tear apart the pierce.

Now I feel the greatest need for Hindu Rashtra,

Yes, I am a proud Hindu and I demand a Hindu Rashtra.

‘Cause I’m scared of whom to trust, whom not to.

Scared of minds that cheer our fall while waving tricolour too.

They may hold the passport, the vote, the name,

Yet their hearts burn with a rival flame.

And when I say Hindu Rashtra—hear it right,

I speak of dharma, of values, of light.

Not of caste, not of hate, not of force or rule,

But of ancient wisdom as our guiding tool.

Even some Hindus have forgotten the way,

Living in name, but led astray.

So I ask—this land of sages, this holy birth,

Should it not reflect Sanatan’s worth?

Not just a land that bends and weeps,

But one that strikes when the demon creeps.

A land of power, of fearless might,

That knows when to protect and when to fight.

We’ve stayed too silent, for far too long,

It’s time to roar, it’s time to be strong.

I won’t stop, I won’t remain in silence,

I can’t let my people drown in violence.

What’s happening is brutal, unfair and dark,

Why are Hindus always the easy mark?

This is no accident, this is a game,

They target us with no shame.

If we still stay quiet, numb to the hour,

World War-3 won’t be far from our door.