Tuesday, 15 February 2022

Woman

Subtle setting sun sickens me
With his daily slumber.
Light passes, and darkness prowls behind me
Carrying thousands of needles.
A sudden gust of uneasiness cripples 
My body, my mind, my soul.
This is the life I live.
'Ask for light,
And you are thrown into a chasm 
Of eternal silence, 
That had buried millions of you, for centuries
Inside the abyss of nothingness.'
This is the life I lead.
Unnoticed, uncanny, unknown.
Unnerved by the ages of brooding sickness,
I turned into a woman.

Niraj P. Chaudhari
16/02.2022




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