So, here's my gratitude...
To all those dark corridors that
Were present for my comfort
When I was scared of the bright
"Light" academia,
To all those books and bookshelves
Behind which I used to be hidden
When it was too risky to voice out
My learnings,
To all those trees that worked
As landmarks to protect me
From being lost in the puzzle of
Ancient architecture,
To all those eyes who saw me
Trembling in the corner but
But didn't put me on the pedestal
For my own anxiety....
I'm grateful.
It's time for me to start walking again,
Still with trembling legs though,
Yet with a mind that knows and respects
It's own Freedom...
Which cannot be brought down
By the system of historical fairytales.
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Remainders
PoetryA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
