Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 7 September 2024
I yearn for freedom-
I am in trace of freedom,
My voice is choked,
I am trapped in a dark storm
Every time I am poked…
Nobody allows my voice to be raised!
It’s so strange…
But by everyone, I am chased
It just elevates my rage…
Coz, I carry a body of a woman!!
They need me,
Without any emotion…
Like a commodity, they see!
No one can hear the echoes of my rebellion,
Against the patriarchal mindset
I wish I could burn them down
I wish I would regenerate a better state…
I yell…
I shout
I try to wipe out all
One day I will…
