I built a home in my house
I riddled it with stories and stairs
I created my fantasy of lands apart
And of an epic to tell
I fought battles with my brothers
In soft but firm pillow forts
And an empire with my sister
Where the littlest of all sat
We made flowers on the bed
And movies on a tab
We fantasized and dreamt
And had everything in our grasp
Growing up from this childhood dream
I dawned into the age of reality
Where things my mother told made sense
And I felt the need for my father's protection
Where the world drew a line between war and peace
I drew one between myself and the world
The push of a guy in a fest
The fear of touches in a bus
The running away from Insta requests
And strangers in metros that could hurt
It's not about the money, or courage, or pride
It might be brave to survive
But it's still painful!
I might surpass the dogmas
But why should I have to?!
You bring to be me history, and law and the science of the politic
You teach me to grab every opportunity.
You train me to master all that I will never use
And you teach me to stand along every crime of passion
Then why do you teach me to break down, just to keep myself safe
Why do you ask me to runaway rather than to stay?
You protect me like a shell, on the brightest of days
And run away when I am alone and drenched
You don't make me feel afraid when the sun is shining
And betray me when it's that time for the moon to come to play
Open doors but never leave them open.
A lock and a key no longer make sense.
Grab me tight, never let me go,
I am only as much as my soul says so…
So, do not sexualize me.
Courtesy: Pinterest
By Srishti Sonavane
B.A. (Honours) Political Science
Third Year
Miranda House
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