I recently came across a quote on Instagram that left a lasting imprint on my mind:

"If you once prayed for it with tears, don't celebrate it in nightclubs and bars. Return the glory to where it belongs."

These words resonated deeply, inspiring the poem below, which echoes the same sentiment.


Return the Glory


You knelt in darkness, hands raised high,
A whispered plea, a silent cry.
Through trembling lips, through burning tears,
You begged for light to break the years.


The nights were long, the path was steep,
You called His name, you lost your sleep.
You swore if mercy touched your door,
You’d kneel in faith forevermore.


Yet now you stand where music drowns,
Where neon lights replace your vows.
The hands that once knew prayer’s embrace,
Now lift a glass in fleeting grace.


Did you forget the nights you bled?
The silent prayers, the words unsaid?
The One who held you through the storm,
Who kept you safe, who kept you warm?


If once you wept for what you own,
Return the glory to His throne.
For blessings are not ours to claim,
But gifts bestowed in His great name.


So bow once more, with heart made pure,
Let gratitude, not pride, endure.
For every tear He turned to gold,
Is not for sale, nor to be sold.


-Ramisha Jain

06.02.2025


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