I recently attended a workshop called “Jokering Justice” by Sambhaavnaa, something which was on my to-do list for a while. This experience turned out to be a deep reflection of self and what it’s to be like in the shoes of the oppressed. Penning a few lines on my journey with the Theatre Of The Oppressed.
Tiny fluttering desire
Fleeting thought to aspire
Searching for something
An unknown in the world of known
Looking at the wide blue sky
Deep longing to be free and fly
With enough on body and belly
Soul still trying to find meaning
What about those who despair
Live with out gratitude, unaware
Finally, I found the way to ride
Make a journey to the other side
An experience insurmountable
Thoughts, actions, words all on table
Learned the every path is not linear
Grateful for all that made me sear
-QuillSe
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