"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise"
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise"
When the resonance of Aruni Kashyap's fake boots is superseded by Maya Angelou's caged bird!! My fondness for the Angel's touch becomes priceless for a while 
some thoughts, words and impressions forged by poetic expressions are quite contextual.Poetry can make mountains move as rightly said by the Kashmiri poet but not the populace.
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