Daughter
Witness to
Her jaunts
Others romped.
Undeterred by the glares,
Sailed.........
As no tumult
Was there.
Calm,
Around
Expressions,
In serenity abound
Unrest.....?
Content
No contempt
Relent
No repent
When did she pretend?
Soft palms
For finger searched
That first step
Her own step
Her own
Which
She,
Only she owns.
Still owns
And
Because she owns
She is she
And the world
Around
Deep, deep
In crises of identity
Hounds.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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