Activism... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Activism...



I turn a belching volcano
when all my blood turns acid.
I shout like a street-corner speaker
when big hammers strike on wide walls.

I can not indulge in lotus-eating
when black snakes squirm on the paved floor.
I can not hide in my fiery poetry
when open streets call for the hit.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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