The Hour That Changes All Poem by ashok jadhav

The square is crowded, faces pressed and tense,
And banners flutter in the restless wind.
A murmur rises, swells, and shakes the air,
As if the world itself leans toward this moment.
I watch, a single pair of eyes among many,
And feel the weight of what will never pass.
The streets are charged with fear, with hope, with doubt,
Each gesture marking what the future claims.
The leaders speak, yet words are swallowed fast
By consequence, by trembling human choice.
I know that nothing will remain the same,
That all who witness this will bear its trace.
The air is thick with movement and with change,
A turning point that bends the arc of life.
I cannot act, yet feel my pulse aligned
With every choice that echoes in this hour.
History is written not by stone alone,
But by the hearts that beat while it unfolds.