Introspection by Monalisa Parida

I struggled so deeply,

In search of an answer

What was wrong being a girl?

But I failed again and again.

Desires dead, unfulfilled.

Some were obdurate and were killed.

I fell,

I crashed,

I broke,

I cried,

I was hurt,

And then……

I rose again

Under a cerulean sky

Where sublime beauty

Reflected my pristine soul

I nurtured there,

With plethora of love and affection

Where idols of Goddesses aren’t worshipped.

But live deities are!

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