What do men do when they feel threatened? When they feel the nectar of their eternity slipping away like a wine? -They make sorry excuses, drench the rusted files with their own law, ornate the history with lies, cage the tamables and silence the wilds. When they are scared that ‘her’ powers like a deliberate venom would crawl to their thrones , that the crown would beacon for a queen and not a king, what do men do? -They defame her not so subtly , like hawks they prey upon her body and when that doesn’t work either, they burn her and call her a ‘witch with dark magic.’ What do men do when they are threatened by even education, scared of poets metaphorizing the unrest within or of unsettled teachers teaching past the syllabus? -They replace them with a monotone who knows not to voice for a change , they lock those poems in the shadows where they are best untold and if that doesn’t work either, like a puppeteer they change the ways of this ‘threatened’ education jibing at
If words are the euphonies of heart,then writing is the painting of the voice.