What is your race?
Or what is your caste?
Maybe which religion you belong to?
Will be the only questions....
My eyes rain in thick sheets, seasonal and unseasonal, both,
Swelling like two big blobs on an ugly face....
You put on masks and paint faces,
You pretend, wiping away all the traces...
Unable to scream and cry out loud,
With immense pain inside...
Its just this,
My womb, my stubborn womb;
Cannot hold sons in it.
I interrupted. I said that I missed her..
She consoled me like times earlier..