Not all demons roar and frown,
Some walk in silence through the town.
Their Weapons- their words, their touch, 
their sneer,
They plant in hearts a lasting fear.
Harassment hides in crowded streets,
Mental torture in quiet retreats.
‘Ravana’ today is faceless, sly,
Breaking spirits, making ‘them’ cry.
But the fire is still within our hand,
A mess to clean, to take a stand.
Why worship triumph of ages past,
If chains still hold us fast?
So let this Dussehra roar with might,
Burn every shadow that dims the light.
From ashes of torment, let courage rise,
And paint new hope across the skies.
This year, may truth and kindness reign,
And no soul tremble in hidden pain.
For when each evil turns to flame,
We’ll write a world with a brighter name.
By Mihir Warghane 
Shri Rajendra High School & Junior College