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| Snigdha Agrawal |
Diminished
She died before my eyes bit by bit
Spirit stoned, hammered to small bits
Once fiery, uttered little
Stonewalled for seeking truths
Emotions trampled
Mind bludgeoned
Soul crippled
in need of
help
help
arrived
bit too late
used to silence
vocal cords scissored
opportunities filtrated
fire in her extinguished
braided rope wick, charred till the end
wasted, lying abandoned in inky space
***
On The Brink
I
see
that I
don't know me
and it's killing me
drowning, squeezing,
drying my mind, taking all of me
leaving me in a state of flux
to live or give up this meaningless life,
standing on the periphery of me
I don't know
I don't love
***
Road Undiscovered
Through spiky bushes
brambles and thorns
walked so long
ignoring scratches, infections
some developing pus
emitting obnoxious odours
had to move on
no question of giving up
no one would understand
nor emphasize?
Having hurdled over that
with little chance of roads
merging into mine
what road do I take from here?
freeway, that I arrived on
the road less travelled
or the road undiscovered yet?
Wondering where life will take me
curious to know
which one will
release me
from the pressure lid
holding me down
for past decades
***
Cursed
in my hands
blistered with shame
I feel a burden
being born a female
in my chest
hooked on to shapewear
I feel always constricted
being born a female
in my womb
there is life I don't want
thrust by another's wrath
girl after girl born
I feel the weight
of my femininity every night
like the earthen dirty muck
carrier of soiled goods
I yearn for the weightless
summer breezes
body untucked, unpinned
non-compartmentalized
gender undefined
***
Roiled
in your long pauses
I feel like being thwacked in the face
like dark grey clouds
just before it starts to rain
in your long pauses
I feel like being examined
my responses graded
in a classroom full of students
in your long pauses
I see the impotent rage
just because you couldn't make it
and so, I’m blamed
in your long pauses
I see an image, that has only
a dark and blurred reflection
of him, whom I know little
***
Noticeable unique style of writing poetry! A mixture of varied thoughts!
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