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Tomorrow Someone Will Arrest You by Meena Kandasamy: Book review

Meena Kandasamy's "Tomorrow Someone Will Arrest You" is a powerful and provocative collection of poems that solidifies her position as a fearless and radical voice in contemporary literature. Kandasamy's work is a seamless blend of the personal and the political, tackling issues of sex, desire, family, caste, the refugee crisis, and freedom of expression with unwavering defiance and grace.
The poems in this collection are a testament to the practice of resistance and solidarity in the face of a hostile state. Kandasamy's words are a call to action, urging readers to sit up, listen, and engage with the injustices that plague our society. Her poetry is a rallying cry that denounces caste and gender inequalities and the terror of right-wing state oppression.
Kandasamy's writing is succinct and clear, free from prevarication, making her message all the more powerful. 
Kandasamy's words are a call to action, urging us to stand up against injustices and practice resistance and solidarity. Her poetry is a rallying cry for change, and this book is a read for anyone passionate about social justice and human rights. 💪❤️

"Tomorrow Someone Will Arrest You" is a work that will leave readers inspired and invigorated. This collection is not just a series of poems; it is a movement, an agitation, and a plea for change. 
Have you read any of Meena Kandasamy's works? Which poem or line resonated with you the most? Share your thoughts and tag a friend who needs to read this! 📚🔗

Genre: POETRY
Cover design: Bhavi Mehta
Publisher: Juggernaut
Price: Rs. 399.00 
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Described by The Independent as a ‘one-woman, agit-prop literary-political movement’, Meena Kandasamy is a poet, writer, translator, anti-caste activist, and academic based in India. Her extensive corpus includes two poetry collections, Touch (2006) and Ms Militancy (2010), as well as three novels, The Gypsy Goddess (2014), When I Hit You (2017), and Exquisite Cadavers (2019). 
'Meena Kandasamy is a one-woman, agit-prop literary-political movement.'
THE INDEPENDENT

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