Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 4 May 2024
No more you can tie my tongue,
Don’t you dare to squeeze my eyes,
Gone are the days of my helplessness.
If someone dares to crush my chest,
He will surely embrace his death,
I will stand up against injustice.
Hey, just try to suppress my voice,
Then you will meet the demon,
Fluttering inside my breasts.
Nobody can cut my wings of desires,
No more will I be a silent victim for fire tests,
I will uphold my virtue,
I am in every way similar to you.
Still my presence will be heard and seen,
By tearing the deep silence
My voice will alter the scene!
Each of my poems will be a souvenir of my revenge…
