don't give pieces of yourself away
you'll strip yourself of dignity
they told her,
forced to listen
a little too obedientlyher soul cast in stone as she grew
unable to peel layers of herself
impossible to fall apartwhoever tried knows
her soul was sacred
barred from tantalising eyeslove died within her
she had nothing to give
a hollow box of machinery
programmed to work
and she never really lived
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
flowers on my skin [ poetry ]
कविताstrung together shower thoughts from a perspective of someone who is trying to be