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Unheard

While I was laying buried my emotions and desires,

They crowned me as SACRED,

As I made all the sacrifices,
And me being the secret behind a successful man.
Try to reduce those sacrifices!
Did I need the crown instead of getting my own identity?

 

While I was getting shattered from within,
They told me that proficient were always the women,
Instead of spreading a word that itโ€™s not important to be
My necessity to multi-tasking
Was it being justified?
It should have given me a chance not to!

 

While I was getting thrown in fetters,
They had praised my roles
Instead of praising me as an individual!
Their expectations had aimed at making me strive for an impossible balance.
Let me be me: inadequate and happy!

 

Every day I break into countless pieces
Pieces, the small lifeless grains
Desert they make somewhere within
It gets heated up the whole day
And makes me helpless at night
That brings floods of my precious pearls

 

I’m the victim of males’ vantage point!
Yes, the victim I am,
Of stereotypes, of expectations, of idolization,
And of the sacrifices I make.
Let me be sometimes immature, lazy, opinionated, ungroomed, adventurous, erratic, oblivious!
Can you hear me?

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Dynamo

Written by Pooja Mandla

An educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She likes to enjoy little things in life, not waiting for the bigger ones to come her way.ย  She had done her graduation in the medical stream but often was lost in the literal beauty of words. So after graduation, she studied literature and did her MPhil in English. She believes that the secret ingredient for spreading happiness is writing. So, whenever her energetic kids permit, she expresses her thoughts in words. Writing keeps her going and has given a new shape to her life.

 

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