The Revolution That Will Never Come to Us
These four walls are exhausted
with listening to our over-intellectualisation
of every problem.
These four walls
want more than our feeble words
that never slip through the cracks,
but are instead safely held together by its arms.
No, these walls want to be broken down
brick by brick;
they want to weep all the cement out of them.
They want to be demolished
with our anger,
with songs of protest,
and our poetry.
These walls want to be reshaped,
hung outside down,
moulded with new ideology —
ideology that forces change
within its very foundation.
But how do you change the foundation
when the foundation protects you from change?
Saranya Subramanian is a 22-year-old literature aficionado based in Bombay. She spends her time singing to herself and watching Madhubala videos (sigh). And she writes because, well, it's all that she can really do.
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