Lips are sealed
Hands are tied
Because of my honour
My prestige is my dignity
Among the society
To get respect.
My dress is the symbol of gossip
My limit is to being 'shut up'
In any kind of pressure.
Memories are shouting
In pain
No...
I feel the disgust touch
Force
But no one helps
I can feel it abruptly
But no one to share
Cause they say my pride is to being silent
That somehow it is my fault
Is it?
My lips are sealed.
- Ankita Borah
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This is my first ever written poem.... This poem is somwhat a true incident and Someone suggested me to write a book of poems and I love the suggestion....
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Petals : my kind of Poems...
PoetryPoems are just like the petals of flowers Soft but it tells the whole story of the flower... This is my first book on poems and some quotes... Please read my poems which I have written first time..... An immature writer but i write what I feel....
