Freedom Of Voice, Or To Flee Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Once I had my voice,
An unhindered, un-chained choice,
Now, what I've of all—
A choice, should ye it so call—
I've legs to flee from it all.
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Tanka |13.08.2021|

Poet's note: The happenings in Afghanistan are heart-wrenching. More than a country the very soul of humanity is getting destroyed right in front of, if not our eyes, our ears and conscience. The world was witness to the falling human bodies from a speeding plane! The country, after two decades of struggle, was exercising its freedom to flee. From that pathetic scene and helpless impotent rage has born this Tanka.