Denatured by the patriarchal umbrella
Cannot breathe well,
peepal tree trying hard
to transfuse sufficient oxygen
but lungs do not let enter.
Invisible cobwebs strangle tight
stifling all passages of air.
Artistic rapture seems a tale of last birth
the verve faded away-
to write,sing, dance,
sway with the breeze,
flow with the wind,
feel the drops of rain
on the parched face,
watch the rarest birds
compliment nature .
Will wait
for the gift
of another birth
to tune with the chords of nature,
to feel the zest of being a human
in the dichotomized world of
“Let her live”
“Let her not live.”
