Lalit Kishore
Nov 141 min read
Wither politics-captive education!
Wither politics captive education: A Poem! A classroom, once a garden bright, Now fenced, with shadows blocking light. Politics, a twisting vine, Has choked the growth, a cruel design. The words we learn, a curated script, Where truth is pruned, and voices clipped. The soil, uneven, some thrive with ease, While others struggle, catching no breeze. But see the seed, a tiny spark, Of justice burning in the dark. Unlearn the lies, the whispered fears, And water the earth with ho











