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Once a shield where practice proved the rightful claim,
The Waqf-by-User now stands ineffective, just a legacy reduced to name.
Four lakh estates endure, bequeathed in faith, immune to trade,
Yet writ now threatens permanence, as ancient pacts are swayed.
The Joint Committee records dissent, yet shifts no course,
For power walks a path too firm, unmoved by hunger and remorse.

Does Article 26 not decree that faith must stand in sovereign right?
That every sect may lead its own, untouched by those who wield the might?
To “establish, manage, and maintain” the sacred trusts their forebears made,
Yet now the state extends its grasp, and faith’s dominion is erased.
The Board’s decisions, once its own,
Now yield to voices unknown.

And what of those lives built beneath its shadowed embrace—
The widow cast upon the street? The sick now lost in empty space?
The Mutawalli, bound by oath and solemn right,
Dissolves beneath foreign governance and the edict’s might.
Can justice bloom where mandates tread,
If rights of faith are left for dead?

Forged in ninety-five—once sacred, firm, and its purpose just,
The Waqf now finds its script reduced to paper, marred by dust.
To demand justice, the people must rise,
The Lok Sabha convenes, the gavel strikes.

Agenda: Deliberating upon issues and legal ambiguities in the Waqf (Amendment) Bill, 2024,

with special emphasis on alleged violation of Article 26 and the report of the

Joint Parliamentary Committee.

This May,
Let no law scar secularism and deface our province.
This May,
Conceive, Concur, Convince.