08-09-2025/ Monday
( image source from BBC NEWS YOUTUBE)
His dream was to make his mother smile,
His dream was to make father dance awhile.
Young in age, but vast in thought –
A student of the nation,
with wisdom he sought.
Obedient son, with heart so true,
who dreamed of changing the country knew.
With notebook and pen –
he carried his fight.
drawing futures in the candlelight.
But September 8th, the path turned dire
and fate betrayed his tender fire.
In tender years, he bore such weight,
Yet that very day, crime sealed his fate.
You’re a Son of courage, our nation’s pride,
Your name as a martyr will not subside.
(“He Was Too Young to Choose, Yet History Chose Him” – DIARYPOEM24)