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It is not often that poetry enters the national conversation, but we are delighted that it has this time. Robert Frost opined, "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." These inspiring words made me unleash my dormant emotions and take a deeper dive into this literary art form. It became my personal and perennial path, an intense journey, and I was able to depict through my verses my adventures in pursuit of empowering those who were subjugated at the hands of feudal lords and their cohorts of tormentors. The horrific events that I experienced and witnessed solidified my poems' message of hope, unity, and healing. It has been a weird, depressing, and deeply mournful journey—palatable only for long-suffering listeners—but it has also uplifted and given rise to a host of creative ruminations. These experiences filter throughout the narrative. Several of these poems demonstrate the transportive power of just a few well-chosen words on a page. The poems hauntingly describe a lost rural India, where villages disappear as they collapse under the debris of the marauders who trampled the basic rights of vulnerable citizens. It is not often that one picks up a book and feels that this is what one has been waiting to read one's whole life. I do not have the literary prowess to make such a claim, but I feel that I have delivered a small piece of justice.