Fight - Poem by Shruti Goswami
In the cauldron of society,
And it’s churning,
I am turning wild,
My brain it needs some breast feeding,
And emerge quietly as a child.
But then I won’t be quiet,
For a child is not so,
Nourish and nurture my humanity,
And fight for what is right.
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