Where do we want to go?
We still don’t know,
We just keep protesting
Our slogans are being raised
We don’t know who will listen
will there be any change
we don’t know
Just walking on the roads we raise our hands in protest
Some people will abuse us,
Some will taunt us and
Make fun of our red flag,
We keep breaking signals on every road
Some will shout,
Some will blow their horns,
Still we would keep moving forward without any fear
so that the world understands
we are alive, we have a voice
we also have a place on this planet
we breath independence
We the man on the street wish to feel , our spirits
are liberated
and that needs to be celebrated!!
Memoirs of a Travel Fellow Chapter 3: Hills, Resistance and Hope: Odisha
For me Odisha is a land of contradictions, and the story starts from a rainy day when I came to Bhawanipatna, Kalahandi, Odisha from Chattisgarh.My