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Pratibha Varma



There is clutter

There is chaos

Cords entangled to impossible freedom

There is perpetual frown on our foreheads

And our palms are sweaty forever

We blink too many times than normal

And we are loud even in silence

There is hurry, which rarely means

We are punctual,

There’s constant urgency in our desires

And cut throat cut offs

for happiness in general

There is absence of ethics

Or etiquette, there are deaf ears

blind eyes and cold shoulders

We are feverish and violent

Skeptical and judgmental

There are graves in our living rooms

And nooses crisp with young blood all over,

But we can explain this insanity,

This aura around

Our twisted faces

We fight for our clan like ferocious lions

We protect our integrity like soldiers

We know ego is a whore

And we do not keep account

Of our pasts

We are arrogant but not proud;

Call us misunderstood Robin hoods

Stitching capes from fragile shrouds!


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Poet Pratibha Varma

lives in Dibrugarh, Assam

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