Poet- Oohini Mukhopadhyay
Every morning I wake up to this world
Trying to look beyond the strained epoch
Taller than yesterday,
Burdened with my sexual yolk.
The way you gaze at me
Leaves me in agony
Mirroring me on the line of femininity,
Leaving me with a delusional infelicity.
It is more frustrating to see
There are more like me.
Trying to bloom with the flowers,
Of the traditional garden,
Or at least assert their sense of identity.
The leaves keep on falling,
The wars keep on blazing,
Tired souls keep on struggling,
But I won’t keep on dreaming.
Today I reside in serenity
Because it is I who has allowed you
To look at me the way you do.
But I promise you, I shall rise in a jiffy,
The next time you discriminate against me.
Yes I am a woman,
And I will fly naked if I want to.
Corruption is within you
Why should I repress my soul
And restrict myself from the fresh dew?