Go back!
Go back to your absurd lands of a nation
with half-baked equality
With open wounds of gender roles oozing puss of rotten values
Misunderstood feminist cavities joking about the fair and lovely
While the rest burn in everyday psoriasis of patriarchy
A land of closeted rituals fasting for salvation
at the price of your sacrifice
Where you are polished with rules to be a stone that can be worshipped
within the walls of proclaimed sanctity
Don't untie your vengeance
You are not built to oppose
but to be a mute melodrama that has the twists without a voice
To behave exactly the way you have been oppressed to dissolve
Without letting the world see your scars
(The world will ignore your screams either way)
You stand next to the window dreaming of a country
where the whiffs from fallen jasmine smell of choices you can make
where the stars become maps of roads
You wish to tread – bare feet
And the rise of the waves within you don't creak of fear
This is a land where Durga is worshipped in one corner
While on the other the voices are crushed in the blame game of dissent
Come live here for once
You will understand the strings of dual politics we are fed
to become everyday martyrs.
