Ritu Singh’s Womanifesto
Now my eyes are shut
My ears
My voice
My lips are sealed.
Just one silent observer is what
I intend to be
Bits and pieces of my heart
turned into wood before
incapable of feeling
its true
swear on you
I sometimes feel heartless too!
Incapable of feeling
Its true,I swear
Intense emotions - hate, love…care
But now,
The parts
Of heart that feel
…and the parts that don’t
are all enclosed within a wooden box
so the one who hurts
would get hurt
and I …? Will gaze and laugh silently…
At the soundless punch
Which in the deal
Punched itself
In its wish to punch me!
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