Of course I have
The right to write and speak
But with it I also exercise
When I fulfill my responsibility
I look at myself, with dignity.
I understand why Tom was shown the door
When he wrote an angry mail to his CEO,
Why Tonmoy was hurt
When he was ‘bullied’ in the mart.
I found a place where I thought
By exchanging opposite points of view
Scholars bloom and bond,
But maybe I was wrong;
For it polishes the pebbles, dims the diamonds.
Sadly, like any other place
It is diseased with megalomania, beyond grace.
Maybe it’s far too unfair
To judge a site for a handful few
But I don’t look at every rice
To see if it’s cooked; I count on one or two.