Do you have a fine roof over you head?
Strong walls, do they stop the howling storm?
Snow beyond window – inside a soothing fire?
Good food on plate, rose wine in glass?
Have-nots, poverty, hunger, dearth?
Do you think you are really free, friend?
This week on Dversepoets Meeting-the-bar, Mary asked us to write echo verse (An Echo Verse is when the last word or syllable in a line is repeated or echoed underneath to form a rhyming line, normally ending as the last line being the title to the poem). I picked an old piece and restructured it in this form. I dedicate this to India’s 68th Independence day.
Photography: Uday Shankar Sarkar.