MUTED Once,In a gusty waving blizzard,A dusty quivering faceBeneath a flickering lightArrested a quester’s sight. Gloomy, dismal and pale?Nah, I’m glamorous, mumbled she.Frozen, shivering and dusted?Nah, it’s freedom under the dark sky.Broken, shattered and frustrated?Nah, I’m ecstatic.Starving, thirsty and unhealthy?Nah, doing well.Left behind and need to express?Nah, I’m fine! Counting the muted souls,The quester stepped …
Voice for Justice
Rotaract Club of Faculty of Law University of Colombo 