Words
Words are strangers
On a hospital bed
Fighting for Life.
Words are food crumbs
on a footpath.
Words are blankets
For a beggar.
Words march on with candles and torches
Singing lullabies of the outcast.
Words cross borders
Without panicking of surgical strikes,
Words are not afraid
Of the government stooges.
They sign petitions
And give speeches that disturb the sensex.
Words don't build fences
Instead they build bridges
For a better path,
An impartial law.
While others push them
Into concentration camps
And behind prison bars
Words are you and I
On a boat with no oar.
Radhika Menon is a content writer and freelance copy editor from Kerala. When she's not writing, you can find her binge watching her way into the world of witches, gypsies and dragons.
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