Namrah Rizvi, twenty six is a Postgraduate (Department Of English) and hails from Lucknow in Uttar Pradesh. Despite having B.Sc.in her graduation and qualifying Teachers Eligibility Test she chose to explore Literature and rejected the notion that one should learn only for a job. Her poem Unconditional love got A-grade in All India Forum for English Students, Scholars and Trainers in 2020. The poem was published in an anthology named 100 Shades Of Love in the 2021 January edition. She also has contributed a chapter on Status of Indian Politics to the book Indian Politics: Status Quo And Future Ahead. Her short story titled Mother is published in an anthology called Reminiscences with Writers Villa Publications. Her research paper Status Of Education is published in International Journal of Education and Psychological Research in volume 10, issue : March 2021. Her chapter Conventional Womanhood:Challenged By Ismat Chughtai and Roqeya Sakhawat Husain published recently in a book, Emerging Psyche of Indian Woman. She has presented several papers at many conferences and e-conferences. She currently lives in Lucknow. You can contact her on
rizvinamrah@gmail.com
Justice, Where Have You Fled?
ONCE, I, WITH SO MANY THINGS GOING ON,
FOUND HARD THE SITUATIONS TO SMILE UPON.
EAGER TO KNOW THE FORMULA TO MANAGE A LAUGH,
I ASKED HIM HOW TO SMILE AT EVERY MISERY’S BEHALF?
EVEN TO THAT CURIOUS QUESTION OF MINE,
HIS ANSWER WAS; AN INFECTIOUS SMILE
I INQUIRED WHY ON EACH LITTLE THING HE SHOUTS?
WHAT PLEASURE HE FINDS BY PUTTING EVERYTHING AT DOUBTS?
WHY NOT YOU QUIETLY FOLLOWING THEM?
LIKE WE ALL OBEYING A WORTHLESS GEM.
HE SAID WITH SMILE THIS TIME WIDER;
BECAUSE I’M NOT A FOOL, I AM FIGHTER .
THEY DO WHAT THEY THINK IS RIGHT,
ALL THEIR RIGHTS ARE NEEDED TO WRITE.
NO TYRANTS NEITHER TYRANNY GOING TO LIVE FOREVER;
BUT THEIR STORIES SHOULD ALWAYS BE THERE.
TO TELL, TO EXPLAIN THAT WE WERE RIGHT,
I REQUEST YOU ALL TO PEN DOWN THIS FIGHT.
SOON THE TIME ALLOTTED WENT INTO BLINK.
I, IN HIS WORDS WAS ALMOST SINK.
INDEED HE IS FIGHTER AND WE ARE FOOLS,
WE ARE NOT CAGED BUT MERELY THE TOOLS.
TOOLS, FROM WHICH THE RULERS PLAYING WELL,
THEY FEEDING US WITH HATE AND VENOM THEY SELL.
DON’T YOU WORRY HE SAID AFTER READING MY FACE.
I AM HERE WITH ALL MY GRACE.
YOU THINK I AM RESTRICTED, NO I AM FREE.
DON’T YOU KNOW THE FORMULA MULTIPLY BY THREE?
GIGGLED, WAVED HIS HANDS AND SOON DISAPPEARED,
LEFT ME THERE ALL ALONE WITH HOPEFUL DESPAIR.
OUTSIDE THE PREMISES OF JAIL IN THE FRESH AIR,
IT WAS SO LOUSY SO VENOMOUS ATMOSPHERE.
HE ACTUALLY IS IN CAGE BUT WITH A FREE SOUL,
AND FOR US THE WORLD IS JAIL AS A WHOLE.
FREE HIM BEFORE THE CELL TURNS INTO A GARDEN,
BEFORE HIS SOUL ON YOUR SOULS BECOMES A BURDEN.
