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.
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