This poem is silent,
lost his voice on his way to a protest meeting.
Now he keeps his silence,
protesting the silencing.
Or maybe the brave middle-class poem
is just scared.
Ever since he valiantly voiced his view
that silence is a weapon of the masses
the token of resistance
has been stuffed down the throats of his countrymen.
So the poem goes home,
and returns his awards to the Akademi.
Note: Excerpts from this poem was published in a feature in the Deccan Chronicle on March 21, 2016.