The Lawless Law: by Mansha Narang 12A, KIS Noida

A POEM ON THE EMERGENCY

They said it was for national good,

But crushed the soul where liberty stood.

Indira ruled with trembling pride,

As truth and justice bled inside.

No war was fought, yet rights were slain,

By leaders drunk on power’s reign.

One woman’s fear of losing face,

Turned law into a burial place.

Today marks fifty years to the day,

When Article 352 carved its way.

A nation paused, its rights revoked,

Its Constitution briefly choked.

Jails overflowed with student cries,

And midnight raids with muffled ties.

Opposition hearts were locked and beat,

For daring to not bow at her feet.

They stripped the press of every page,

Censored thought, and silenced rage.

The pen was banned, the voice was fined,

And the motherland was gagged, maligned.

They shattered walls and called it law,

Left bloodied bricks where children saw.

The capital wept through smoke and stone,

As people died, unheard, unknown.

The ones who claimed to serve the land,

Stabbed it with their tainted hands.

But history roars what they concealed,

That truth returns, though briefly sealed.

The wounds may fade, the years move on,

Yet justice limps where it once shone.

Beneath the books, we still recall,

The day we bowed to the lawless law.