Jyotiba Phule: Flame Of Change Poem by prashant golwalkar

In fields where silence long had grown,
He raised his voice, a truth well sown.
With pen and plough, he shaped the land,
A farmer's heart, a thinker's hand.

He saw the chains that caste had made,
And lit a fire that would not fade.
For every child denied the light,
He carved a path through darkest night.

Satyashodhak, seeker of truth,
He stood for justice, stood for youth.
He taught the mind to question why,
And let the wings of thought fly high.

Savitribai by his side,
Together fought the rising tide.
They built the schools, they broke the bars,
Their dreams now shine like countless stars.

O Jyotiba, your seeds still bloom,
In every class that breaks the gloom,
In every voice that dares to rise—
You live beneath our changing skies.