By Rajita Pillai
Let them dance in shallow praise,
In echo halls where falsehood stays.
Let them bow to masks and games,
And sell their souls to earn their names.
I’d rather walk this path alone,
With bleeding feet, with heart of stone,
Than lose myself to win their cheer,
Or dim my fire to keep them near.
The world may not clap when I speak,
It fears the raw, it mocks the weak.
But truth is not for weak applause
It stands alone and bears its cause.