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I had tears in my eyes, but it’s not painful

It was devastating, the entire city got crushed. People were buried alive. The three kids were screaming in the rescue center, missing their parents……..

Yes, it was very pathetic, But I didn’t cry.

Later, she was managing the entire show as her parents were killed in that attack. She took care of her sisters, fed them, slept with them.

And this time, my tears were almost on their verge of escaping..

I don’t want to control my tears, let it flow down. It was not the tears of pain, but something else, someother sort of emotions…what’s that called..?


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A scream

Let us be Durgas and not Sitas

bookscrazyanagha

Is it a curse?

or malediction perhaps worse,

to be a born as a girl,

In this wretched world.

Confined or caged,

we are nothing different than a immure bird.

predicted to caper around with barbie dolls,

and act as dull witted damsel in distress.

what are we considered ?

perhaps a burden laden

on our loved ones.

Or a liability in the household.

useless we are assessed,

never did we get a chance?

to prove ourselves.

Is it our mistake?

that we are born a girl.

Only if I was ever given a choice

I would have chose to be a boy…..

why is that ?

you slit down our wings,

and asked us to fly.

tied our legs together ,

and asked us to run…

what we can give you

is a sarcastic chuckle…

for you forgot to lookout

for the fire beneath the dainty lashes….

confined beneath…

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