Awake Or Fall
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Awake or Fall
Prabir Kumar Gayen
Awake Before the Ash Falls
You earn, you store, you contend with your neighbour,
you hoard tomorrow as though it were immortal.
You boast of talent,
inflate the chest with borrowed grandeur,
live as a giant
upon a fragile spine of breath.
You raise mansions of stone and glass,
cars that shine like armored desires,
sleep one night in costly hotels
to feel successful for a moment.
You roam as officer, administrator, merchant of power,
crowned by ego,
unquestioned by time.
You live like a king,
stacking assets for unborn names,
yet have you looked once
at the ledger of history?
Where are the palaces of Prithviraj?
Where echoes the throne of Shivaji?
Where rest the empires shaped by centuries of will?
Even kings who turned to compassion,
even rulers who renounced violence,
where are their generations now?
Stone dissolved into dust.
Gold scattered into anonymity.
Lineages thinned into footnotes.
Did you ask why?
What happened to the great houses
of North and South,
of Bengal and the Deccan,
when ruthless ideologies crossed borders
not with dialogue,
but with hunger for blood and possession?
What happened to their wealth,
their temples,
their learning,
their heirs?
Have you learned anything
from the naked movement of time?
Have you ever examined
the philosophy that sanctifies destruction,
that baptizes murder as virtue,
that calls plunder a sacred duty?
Or are you too busy
quarrelling with the neighbour
who is part of your own breath,
your first wall of protection,
your unseen ally?
You fight the mirror
while the storm studies your house.
Do you know
that a seeker of ancient wisdom
is a rare pulse in creation,
that such consciousness diminishes daily
not by chance
but by design?
Did you ever consider
that you carry an inheritance older than memory,
a current of knowledge
that once taught the world
to think, to ask, to awaken?
What have you done
to protect that inheritance
for your children?
Those who walk the paths of non-violence,
whether named Hindu, Sikh, Buddhist, Jain,
or any faith rooted in conscience,
are bound by the same vulnerability,
targeted by the same hunger
that despises restraint and mercy.
What have you done
beyond personal success,
beyond family comfort,
beyond polishing private lives?
The air grows heavier.
The silence thickens.
Footsteps move closer,
not in myth,
but in pattern.
Everything can be taken.
Home, history, breath.
Brutality needs no justification
when ideology absolves it.
Love alone will not shield you
if love refuses courage.
Meditation alone will not save you
if awareness avoids action.
Compassion without clarity
becomes an offering to destruction.
Awake.
Arise.
Unite with those
who honour life.
Do not divide into names and sects
while the threat is singular.
Synthesize wisdom.
Stand together in discernment.
Know this deeply:
the enemy is not many,
the danger is one.
And one, unchecked,
is enough
to erase humanity.
Choose unity over ego.
Preparation over denial.
Wisdom over sleep.
Wake.
And see.
@Prabir Gayen
04/01/2026/5: 51 PM.
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