Puppet

(POETRY)

Poetry by/ Cheshta Mangala
Illustration by / Drishti Gupta

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Cutting from society I ran home,
The tassels on my pink top hanged freely,
My lashes fell down,
The point where everyone made me realize
I am ain’t a girl,
It isn’t my job
But surely isn’t it mine?
Are there rules or obligation?
I am who I am
My heart as pure as of others
Putter appearance never matters
But crowd staring at me is hard to explain,
Should I wear a mask?
But oh wait! Why should I?
Am not the puppet of society.

Untie Roshini R