She calls herself A broken rhyme, I call her A free verse. She doesn’t blink when scared cause in a blink the World might end. She laughs out loud at silliest of jokes, clasping fragments to weave a smile. She whispers in anger “Please don’t shout” They won’t listen “ They never do. Her lips stutter An off tune orchestra so she stops speaking unless alone. I look into her eyes and all I know depression and silence are close relatives.
Written by Valay Chheda, fondly known as Molu. His interests include stealing and eating others’ food and get into others’ rooms randomly. Extremely cute and smart, Valay has carved a niche for himself in writing feminist poems.
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