March 08, 2018


Her eyes spoke volumes,
But her lips remained quiet.

She wandered the streets,
while her friends begged for a living.

Tantrums & fun was the way of life
when I was her age,
How I wonder the ways of life
Are not the same for the same age.

I tried to avoid her, 
But my thoughts wept with those angry eyes. 

The more I questioned her situation to god,
The more tears I shed.

The melancholy in my mind, was not for not finding the answer,
But because the question Existed. 

Wretched is the feeling of knowing, 
That I am also a part of the society she hates. 



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Author: Leena Kembhavi

Category: We hear you, sister: silence is not golden!