Can I remain like this?
Weak and consumed
By the words of others?
Mistakes and wrongs,
My words lost in the noise,
Unheard and unseen.
Where is my voice?
Am I buried beneath your masses?
my blood yours as well?
I need to find myself,
My voice counts,
My words,
They write my story.
I wish I could declare,
In the end,I am
Merely a boat drifting on the river
Of injustice.
- Sadhana Siva
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Every Drop Counts...
PoetryIn "Every Drop Counts," I've poured my heart onto the pages, transforming raw emotions into powerful words. This book isn't about perfection-it's about breaking through taboos and embracing vulnerability. Through my journey of loss and transformatio...
