Words are carved on my body so delicately,
abusively, consciously and even unconsciously,
Every word I have ever been called out,
During different stages of my life,
By different people I have been surrounded by,
Can be seen so clearly on my skin.
Listened silently everything they wanted to say all these years,
But for once if i raise my voice,
To carve a single word "Rights",
They couldn't stand the heat of that word on their skins.
International Women's day (8th March)
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
