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Thinkstock Sound of the engine’s horn, Woke me up alarmed and warned, As I cursed under my breath, Angry that I was, Today, finally at night I slept, After that long sleepless July, Yet it’s just midnight, And I am awake, eyes open wide. I peep out of the window, Wishing silently for an espresso, Staring into the darkness, Shadows going fast, Suddenly reminding me of the past. The happy times, the memories, The blues and the melodies, And the smell of my garden tulips, A tinge of smile, Breaking down my lips. I lift my face, Towards the sky, Twinkling stars, some shining bright, Reminding me of my darling’s smile, Few drop of tears sliding down, Memories of her, In her wedding gown, And then came the memory, Of her burial ground, My heart started screaming aloud. I felt like this, whole month of July, She closed her eyes, didn’t say goodbye. I looked up...

Credit: Parikshit Sinha It is difficult, is it not, To take the battle head-on, With the prejudice of this wretched world, Where you are labeled with an “-ist”, And called a follower of an “-ism”, Even though what you ask, Is something you should always have, Is something you should have never lost. You battle everyday, with the ills of society, Getting scarred mentally, everyday, each day. Yet you tuck-in your child with a smiling face, And go back to bed with a consciousness, That there’s another battle , At the break of the day. So I bow to you mother , I bow to you sister , I bow to all the brave women, Out there, Because you all indeed have, A concealed Goddess Durga in yourself. ©onerandompoet