My poetry is the result of
My struggle with it
And the silence suffering
Which I have borne,
Undergone,
As there is none
Who has supported me
In India,
Everybody has just tried
To suppress me,
Sidetrack me.
Be they the academicians
Or editors
Or politicians,
But the embers,
The fires and flames of it
Can never be,
Never be
Whatever do they
Or is it in their within
To keep it extinguished.
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