It’s About Time

Its About Time short poem

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It’s time to grow like wild grass
With no spot of terrain parched.
Time to unlearn the old bigotry.
Time to let love burst outwards
Through the fissures in the wall
Permeating its hues into all lives.
Time to shed ignorance, that she
Deserves even a penny less due
To amount of pigmentation, the
Chromosomes, or any divine right.
Time to stand together with parity
Time to propel this idea like wild fire.
It’s about time….

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Archana Kaul

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Experienced researcher and freelance writer, who has written articles for newspapers on various subjects. An articulate teacher, with experience of teaching students of History B.A. (Honours). Possess communication and analytical skills that helped while working (teaching dance and theatre) with young children in the voluntary sector. Running a Non Profit Organisation in East Delhi, Srijanatmak Manushi Sanstha
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