One fine afternoon while Jyoti Basu was on the chair as the Chief Minister of West Bengal, he received a call from the Calcutta Airport. It was brought to his notice that someone originally from Pakistan, while entering from Bangladesh, was detained for a while.

He did not have the necessary travel documents. Jyoti babu rushed to the airport and asked the people responsible to immediately let him go. He categorically mentioned that his face was his passport and that he can roam anywhere in the subcontinent wherever he wished to!

In this age of diplomatic hostility, such a gesture might be ascertained as romantic. Well, not quite, given he was a well-known name in literary circles, already jailed in his country, and penned some poems which took his nation by storm. His words tore borders apart.

He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature and was intimate friends with a fellow awardee halfway round the world, Pablo Neruda.

A couple of lines haphazardly drawn by a British lawyer with zero idea about the regional geopolitics could not stop Faiz Ahmed Faiz from entering India.

The year is 2020. Faiz continues to ignite young minds, being an agent of revolution. Looks like there won't be an end to it, even in new India. Tyranny still trembles by his name.