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journalism

Poetic Fragment

November 29, 2025 / rrishi99 / Leave a comment

In the 2000s I walked with freedom,
Journalists carried truth through fire
Governments pressed silence,
Yet the word endured.
My testimony was prophecy,
Their reporting was witness,
Both flames of the same light.

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