Sunday 8 October 2017

It gets lonely in echo chambers

So many of us are not present
In your mind
When you claim to re-present us
We do not know
How to address you,
How to write you letters
That begin with a "dear",
An "Hon'ble".
You who rule by fear,
Don't you feel like knowing what it is like to be ruled by love?
You speak for us
But not to us.
If you do not learn how to converse
Our listening too-
The listening of those who did not receive a hearing-
Would be one that is not listening
But only waiting for you to stop talking.
And we would not wait forever,
It gets late even as we speak.

First published in Radius, 30 Sep 2017. 

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