I peeped into her room
To poison her dream!
Alarmed with my hiss,
She chopped my head.
But cursed with my death,
She carried fear to generation,
As her culture stood with me.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
They said — “Be quiet, be sweet, obey.” But my heart was not made to decay. They said — “Customs are truth, don’t ask why.” But I saw logic ...
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