She threw her minor daughter to those beasts
Saw them tear her apart with their monstrous manhood
She did it time and again
If this is not horror, what else is?-
Violence was dancing on the streets
Insensitivity was tweeting on social media
Blood flowed like river
Humanity was being raped on life's screen.-
They were bleeding, my lines
He had drawn them on my wrist with a knife
I was screaming while he wrote
He said he loves poetry with rhymes
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A sestet tries to squeeze itself in a cramped space
Two lines agree to merge together, shrinking the verse to a quintain
I sense the lines still choking after they raise a complaint
Poetic ingenuity magically transforms them into a quartet, enabling them to breathe freely again.-
Perfection
'Do you even know the definition of perfection?' he thundered
after another of my failed attempts at a perfectly rounded roti.
'It must definitely take the shape of me, for that is the shape you seem to have taken, my dear'
whispered my bruises in his ear.
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I refuse to marry me coz I want to marry outside my caste and both of me belong to the same caste.
π«-
They say, better a known devil than an unknown God.
So, I married myself.
And the devil finally found his God.
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