Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra
Participate in the 3rd Season of STORYMIRROR SCHOOLS WRITING COMPETITION - the BIGGEST Writing Competition in India for School Students & Teachers and win a 2N/3D holiday trip from Club Mahindra

Delhi

Delhi

1 min 13.5K 1 min 13.5K

We are not allowed our voices.

I have invoked death (because it’s true, the only truth, really).

But I am silenced by your feeling of rejection, your thirst, your hunger (though you think I’m the hungry one).

Your ego is greater than my pain.

My heart is buried (there is no need for it in this city).

Better under the soil than face the smog, anyway.

You want to know why, though.


But this is it, my tongue is cut out and I’m still meant to speak using smiles.

Tell me, how much can a smile say?

My lips are painted (for myself, I enjoy colour) but you think they are for you.

I’m not allowed my lips, my colours, my tongue, my thoughts, my pride.

And, somehow, you’re the angry one.


Rate this content
Log in

More english poem from Neha Mathrani

Delhi

Delhi


1 min read

Similar english poem from Tragedy