Apaurusheya
Which jasmine?
I planted myself in the yard
I grew
And bloomed
I broke open my subdued breath
Through flowers
Who did see
the tears on the petals?
Anvay
While crossing
Banks of so many people
Half of the life
Got drowned
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Each generation
Eases out a stich
And people relax
From the clutches of tradition
However they never become free
A new stitch replaces the old
In a new form
And the woman gets tied up
In new traditions