Rebel
I deny,
that image you see,
half formed
between parallel lines
in me,
Am turning back,
to grow into a girl
from drops of
woman again.
Mother,
I have my own sins to count,
like plastics it won't decay,
and never change a house
to home again.
Am turning back
to become a child
from seeds of a
girl again.
To get hold of spiders
and become a spider-man,
run after bells and creams
searching for Aladdin's lamp,
eat jamuns on the streets,
And when scared
run back to your arms
will you hold me then?
I deny
to grow anymore
am turning back
again.
nice poem but i have a query...
ReplyDeletethe lady of the poem wants her innocence back alright but the lines spiderman, aladin makes me think she has a crisis with her identity as a girl. maybe she is more inclined towards a gender reversal disapproving of her feminism !
plz enlighten me !
Nah. it doesn't. it in facts remembers how playful she was when she was a kid, her gone old days where she used to enjoy every moment. that's it. and thank you.
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