Now I find myself dancingto the frantic beat of my heartat the threshold of judgmentdesperate for a figment ofsomething positive, warmbut realise that I'm shackledby cynical negations, galore.Here demons wear masksof noblemen and kingsand brandish their swords twisting with every word spokenfor they etch their commandmentsin every flesh, blood, and boneto be followed, never denied to.Now I'm desperate againfor a revolution, a hellfirethat needed to be incitedby words and poets of our kindand send my words throughfor us to stand together, to heal.Here we are, with pen and paperhand in hand, our words readyas we incite, ignite the firethat erased, faded the gloomand healed the wounds of manywhile the shackled fell freenow walking a path to freedom.-Lakshmi Supriya