She was loathed, beaten, strangled,
Assailed, violated and mangled.
Not once, many times.
Rising up, she cleaned the grime.
She rebelled and fought; broke the cuffs and thought.
I was tattered and torn, now a new me is born.
I'll sprout and grow,
Out of the ashes, arose a hero.
(This piece was written for a contest held by WattpadIndia in 2019 in collaboration with GBO. This piece was one among the top three winning entries.)
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Jar of Poesy
Puisi"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost 'Jar of Poesy' is a collection of poems churned out in the moments when the emotions and thoughts mingled to create words - words reflecting the percep...
