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You, a butterfly's flutter grazing a withered heart; Petrichor of the rain on a parched land; a shining star in the gloomy dark sky Unseen and unknown I had plunged, into misery's chasm gobbling life's filth Wilting petals of my existence spring to life as you whisper the secrets of love my passions rise, in your kind killing, my angers   douse in your sweet embrace You, my hope's last dyke my desire's last refuge my angst's last solace My heart squeezes into yours, caress it in your tender arms  and render relief Peace...

Song of Solitude

As Light falls, and Darkness diffuses into nightly space, I have not -   a home to go; a heart to caress; or a Soul to Mind But,I have a poem to write; a canvas to paint; a glass to fill; a song to sing; and   a dream to nurture I free the longing words; throw the chaotic colours; sing in wilderness; raise the glass Of sour fluid to Night's glory; meditating on my Dreams In distorted dizziness, yielding to vices, I wander, in loneliness, singing the song of Solitude

I Will Give You Rest

Sun cruising down the horizon, lit the Church's Red Cross in a faintly glow The Secondary School, in the Church's Premises, saw its long gone students reuniting after years, reveling  in the sweet sorrow of the evening, lost in memories of the bygone years. Watching all leave,I retreated into The   Church's embrace, burdened   by inexplicable angst I knelt in supplication seeking   redemption. As Twilight dissolved into Night, I walked back, reminded of the verse: 'Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest'

What you do ?

Your illusory expressions  draw me hither and thither  Attempting redemption I fall into misery's chasm Your charms rouse  the flames of fire only to be doused by thy unreasoned anger  Enigma of the wildest kind Your yes and no are masked by  unfathomable fuzziness  And I tremble in fear Frozen by love's fury Incapable of action  I stand gasping  forever forlorn!   !  

Who Names the World: Reading Pedagogy of The Oppressed

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The use of preposition ‘of’ instead of ‘for’, and th e   use  of definite article ‘The’ ,  symbolizes the pedagogy –its  dialoging nature – and qualifies the oppressed as unique . In the first chapter, Freire delves into the dynamics of oppression and what constitutes true liberation. In the second chapter, the focus is on how education operates in the banking mode while blunting the ability to think and hence perpetuating and sustaining oppression. In the third chapter, the nature of problem posing education, through dialoging on themes generated by the oppressed, is explained. In the last chapter, how dialogism leads to liberation and anti-dialogism leads to oppression is detailed   1. In support o f  the Pedagogy of the Oppressed    A commonplace argument is that there is no oppression, but one is oppressed because he is lazy and lacks any m otivation to work his way out.  Some attribute oppression to fate, but ...