The chains around my neck
Slowly suffocate me
Deprive me of the air
I so desperately need.
I struggle, wring my hands
My protectors laugh, they stand
Watch me sink deep
Into their created quicksand.
Their pockets are full
Their agendas are null
They have fleeced our country
All that remains now is her husk.
But I will rise from ashes
Charred, my will, not broken
For I am democracy
The voice of people.
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Natasha Sharma is a voracious consumer of the written word, who always has a book (or a Kindle, keeping with times) by her side that she devours. She is, by profession, a freelancing software developer. Natasha moonlights as a writer where her humorous side seeps through her words. She is inclined towards short stories, but secretly harbours a dream of writing a novel. She hosts her stories at the following link: https://awetnose.wordpress.com/2020/08/26/girl-in-the-mirror/
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Loved the thought provoking poem.Created the visual imagery very nicely.
Thank you Bindu.