They say, Don't excite the boys much,
They take all the fun away.
They give Burkha or Dupatta to hide the results of each changing day.
They shut the doors at noon;
Telling us to hide from the monsters of the night,
Keeping those animals away until bright.
Yet, one day they fade away.
Now, I can't forever stay;
Hidden in the terrified dark,
Away from the sinful monstrous park.
The creatures come steady,
Attacking, even before I am ready.
I scream, for that I never learnt to fight,
All they taught me was ' how to be a girl and sit tight. '
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My Melancholy (Poem)
PoetryMelancholy is strong, but my art is stronger. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Melancholy in my tears, as they flew through years, Melancholy in my veins, Playing hurtful games. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•...
