Do Not Worry Tilottama -Trishita Mitra || English poetry || poem || English poem

 Do Not Worry Tilottama

 Trishita Mitra 

In the streets of strife, where class lines blur,

A revolution brews, a people's fury pure-

Tilottama's voice, a clarion cry echoes 

Through the barricades, reaching the sky.

The haves and have-nots, a chasm wide,

A system rigged, the masses denied.

Their rights, their dignity, their fair share

Fueling the fire, that burns with no care.

The revolution rages, a force so bold,

Challenging the status quo, young and old

For a world where all, can live with pride,

Where class and caste, no longer divide.

Tilottama's dream, a future in sight

Where equality and justice, shine so bright

The barricades, a symbol of the fight

For a world that's fair, where all can unite.