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When The Silence Smiles...
Of the many forms that silence takes,
The most indelible is the silence of hurt.
The world has placed a finger on her pursed lips
To hush her from wailing, told her
The age-old stories of Sita and Savitri
To renounce her pride, to realign her plaint!
But… but, her espousing feminist traits
Never allowed her to be acquiescent!
The bleeding dove started singing a freedom song!
‘I am a free soul, singing a solo no matter what I express
Will see the worlds, the gender-free intellectual cosmos’
Wants to fit those beneath her eyelids.
She finds space in between the splits and cuts
Filled with smiles where it's empty, where its hardy!
Itti Si Khushi Sab TV
Anupamaa
