No I won’t!

No I won’t! short poem

I refuse to inherit cruel conditioning

I will breathe my own bizarre air

Call me a rebel if you wish

I don’t deny, nor do I care

Bare feet on filthy roads

A brutal smile to each stranger

I refuse to manicure my untidy nails

Bring on your so called, wild danger

I laugh aloud, I live in a trance

Doing an imperfect, abandoned dance

No regrets, no repairs, not even guilt

No, I don’t need a second chance.

Gaudy skirts, scarves and stilettos,

Faces smeared with gold-plated foils

I prefer the sweaty grains on flesh

Caressed by streams, sky and soils

Tag me a forbidden outsider,

Call my life a bundle of waste

I choose to live on my own terms

Indecently passionate and chaste.

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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When poetry touches the soul, everything starts making sense. The inner world seems real and the outer one becomes bearable. When thoughts mixed with words travel through the empty spaces of mind, poetry happens to me. It always has been a mysterious force guiding me through. With two published books and one amaturish blog, I consider myself blessed to have started this journey. An old diary with think brown cover and an over used, end bitten pen. That’s where real magic begins! May you find your undiscovered meanings in my poems. May existence make sense. Even if just for a little while.
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Balaji Gopalan

I like the spirit 🙂 I have always seen more beauty in ruins and the perfect wrinkle…would like to read more of your work.

Pallavi Banerjee


Veerendra Shivhare
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Swathi Rao

Very nice line of thought, not the usual.

ratnaprabha raykar

very nicely written!


Loved it you have me pegged in this poem too.
Yes your message is sound,

Muhammad Khalid Khan

A poem by an iconoclast,a rebel and reformer.I enjoyed The spirit behind this heart touching poem.

Malcolm Massiah

I love it, and I like how you defiantly express yourself and revel in your individuality. And how in expressing yourself you perhaps make expression for other young ladies who enjoy being themselves and enjoying their equality with men regardless of out-of-date opinions handed down by the courts xxx


You have a beautifully wild way with the adjectives, dearest Chandrama! I have a strange feeling that words come to you freely, straight on your paper, as they are, ready to be written…You don’t put too much make-up on your nouns or verbs, you don’t do aesthetic surgery on your ideas. Your writing is refreshing, natural…
” I choose to live on my own terms
Indecently passionate and chaste.”
Yes, loud and clear…You are not a rebel, you are NORMAL, but normality in our times seems to be perceived as wildness, nonconformity…Do not ever change!


Shaun Fennings

Go Chandrama! Brilliant poetry. Effortlessly poignant and heartfelt. Simplicity always wins in poetry (in my opinion)..great job. Look forward to reading your other poems.

shivaji pandhare

high definations of living life only you could dare to face and confess

Daniel Brick

This is a poem of liberation. By releasing yourself from whatever confines you or holds you back, you put one more free person freely moving in the world. That’s an inspiration to others. I remember reading in intro to Mirabai poems, she had to become an entirely different person because her family could not accept her commitment to the bhakti path. The translator was impressed with her courage. But liberation should be a choice freely made, and not this traumatic struggle that takes so much energy. I hope your example and poems makes the path of liberation more accessible to those who after you. The images and tone of your poem really burned me with its commitment to truth. I could NEVER stand in your way. Your words alone
are on fire with freedom – that means they give light and heat.


The poem ” it does not die” is really touching our hearts. very nice.

Peter Kiggin

It reminds me of a chant of sorts to ward off demons and critical idealists , I would be proud to call it my own a poem worthy of being set in a gemstone.


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