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Noted Nest

Cages

Updated: May 7

By Nivedita P


Cages

I build my cages. I clip my wings.

I see the sky – only to sigh.

“Where’s your strength ??”, you ask.

“Lying dormant”, I say.

“Dormant under centuries of conditioning.

Sleeping under blankets of ignorance.

Hiding behind my “ME Later” stand…” I sigh.

“Well dormant is a small word”, I correct myself.

“I think it’s dead. 

But it does come back to visit me.

Oh so often.

Like a ghoul ! 

Just to bewitch me into dreaming of impossible states of existences.”

I sigh again. And the patriarchy in him bursts out laughing. 


By Nivedita P


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