Questions


Why should I be a trophy to adorn your shelves?
Why should I be a kite with a broken string?
Why should my flight be halted?
Why should I mount the altar of martyrdom?
Why should I not bare my soul?
Why should tears not well in my eyes?
Why should I be caught in a tug of war between home and work-place?
Why should I always put on a façade?
All these questions collide with each other’
Searching answers that are many.
I come to the conclusion that whatever be my gender,
I am a human being first
My dreams are my own and will not be shattered .
Shackles will not chain the melody that arises from my heart
I am a free bird not to be caged by conventions.
All I hope is to be understood and accepted as I am.

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I am a teacher and love to write in my spare time. I worked for a while as a journalist but now find teaching children to be my true calling.
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