Diya Alwani

HE: The Hero of my House  He's the one who breaks my dolls, Yet picks me up whenever I fall. One who thinks it’s cool to be bad And is crazy and makes me mad. All I do is shout at this brat, Chase him like a kitten chasing a rat. He never says he loves me a lot, Forgetting that I'm the older tot. Always on a mission to make me laugh With the jokes that are too low-class.. I borrow his T-shirts without consent, And make my face, that looks innocent.  I am caught in an endless strife, Chaos that reigns through-out my life. He's like a mosquito, irritatingly swell, But brightens my mood with a humorous spell. You're such a cheeky, devil I claim, Leaving my anger to rise in flame. Oh my little brother, you can be a jerk, You manage to ruin all my hard work. But cheers to my partner, in the crime, My brother with whom, my bond will shine. 🤍

She is born as a burden and lives her life as a slave. She's like a small bird, struggling in a cage. This sky has only obstacles, when she wills to open her wings. She's been caught up in the jar of darkness, with the sunshine outside. She walks with fear, fear of getting cursed, 'Coz she's out there. Her character is being judged, when she talks to a stranger, but not when married to the one. Is she been married or traded?!! Has she still got freedom, in this so called "liberated society" ? Is she a warrior in this battle or the survivor of this dark world!! It's Strange but True... Image Source: Pinterest The following poem written by me is also published in the anthology "WINGS TO FLY" compiled by Rangees Chandrsekar at INK ZONE Publication. You can purchase the book directly by touching >> WINGS TO FLY