For thirty years, I did not write…: A poem 

For thirty years, I did not write  Do you understand my straitjacketed plight?  It was not because of fright  But because Prakash hijacked everything in my sight  I had to be King of Death, and forget passion  I still have abandoned every aspiration  There were many promises; but I didn’t take gifts  For, Prakash wouldContinue reading “For thirty years, I did not write…: A poem “