Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 30 March 2024
Let my pink bruises paint your face with guilt,
Let all my injuries drown you in misery,
Let my silent curses punish you for all your abuses…
Years ago, you have gifted me such treachery,
I have grown with that invisible injury.
Society ridiculed me throughout my journey,
Like a monster, you laughed at my drudgery…
Don’t even think about my downfall,
I will arise and awake.
Like a warrior, I will fight back!
Let me bounce back on you like a death toll…
