Beneath the star-lit cinematic sky,  
A dream turned dark, a mother’s cry.  
Revathi fell where cheers should rise,  
A life now lost, unanswered "whys."  

Crowds gathered, hopes held high,  
For a glimpse of fame that touched the sky.  
But chaos danced where care should reign,  
And joy gave way to grief and pain.  

Was it neglect, or fate’s cruel play?  
Could better planning have saved the day?  
The questions linger, heavy, stark,  
In this tragedy’s ever-haunting mark.  

Hydration denied, exits unclear,  
Voices drowned in panic and fear.  
Did we forget the value of life,  
Amid the glamour, the fanfare’s strife?  

₹2 crore pledged a noble start,  
But it cannot mend a shattered heart.  
For Revathi’s kin, a future so bare,  
A reminder of what we failed to prepare.  

India, awaken, it’s time to act,  
Let safety be the binding pact.  
From fervent crowds to sacred grounds,  
Protect the lives where hope abounds.  

Design with care, plan with thought,  
Learn from the lives that missteps have cost.  
For every gathering, large or small,  
Humanity’s safety must stand tall.  

A tragic tale, a somber plea,  
For a future where all may gather free.  
Let Revathi’s story forever remind us,  
That care for crowds is care for humankind.  

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