Silent Betrayal

Dr Ranbir Laishram

With pride, with promise,
you walked to the House.
We called you our own,
sworn in, hand on oath.

You thought you stood tall—
people’s voice, people’s call.
But you bowed, you crawled,
to the ruler, to the wall.

He shut the door
in your eager face,
denied you entry,
left you no place.

You stood there, silent—
not a trace of shame.
But our cheeks burned,
bearing your name.

Is this your rule?
Is this your care?
Trading honor
for a seat and a chair.
Sell yourself, lose your pride,
all for power, nothing beside.

Your motto now—
Let me live, let others fall.
Five years I rule,
I need nothing at all.

Yet you claim—
I am your shield,
I keep you safe,
I guard your field.

We see the truth—
Empty promise, empty boast.
We remember,
and it hurts the most.