Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Uploaded by Shrutika Bhatt

Who am I?
A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering
of dreams and souls
but never reveal
for the sake of graffiti
Who am I?
A beauty to be shown off
and endure every pain without a single drop
escaping the corner of my eyes
Who am I?
A mother who is supposed to be an endless fountain
of love but she must bend low
despite of sacrificing most
Who am I?
A human who shall cry in silence
who shall endure endlessly
who shall never speak up
who shall never dream
she must be quiet
at all times of day
she has no rights only duties
that she must carry out
When she speaks Hush her
her words might shake your grounds
of royalty and legacy
and your fake rules
Break open these ties of relations
break off the rule of regales
break out and breathe ladies
Step up and speak
you remained silent for centuries and
see what they did to your beautiful world
Step up and show them the power
of faith the light of trust and
The way to run a world

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