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My life?

Or everyone's life?

You mean the one 
That was given by parents
Before asking me 
If I wanted it?

You mean the one
Where religion was the basis
To decide on my birth ceremonies
When I had seen few days on Earth?

You mean the one
Where the Education System
Gets to decide 
Who you are before you 
And who am I before me?

You mean the one
In which society
Has more role to play
Than my dreams?

You mean the one
Which is dominated 
By circumstances and situations
Happening without my consent?

You mean the one 
Which is judged 
And commented on
Without my knowledge?

You mean the one
Where I have no idea
What is happening around me
Even after seeing?

You mean the one
Where death comes without invitation
And life leaves
Without prior notice?

Or do you mean 
That I am too fragile
To handle the truth,
And so you chose to tell me lies?

Comments

  1. Nidhi Bhatia13 July 2019 at 14:35

    This is so Heartful and Well composed! Loved it😍

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    1. Fatema Kotawala13 July 2019 at 17:08

      Thanks a lot Nidhi :) Your compliments give me so much motivation !

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  2. Hakimuddin Sadikot13 July 2019 at 15:18

    Beautifully touched upon the fiery issue. ��

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  3. Unknown14 July 2019 at 08:44

    Amazing lines Fatema....well written 👍😘

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  4. Anonymous25 January 2020 at 11:43

    Spellbound. OMG... Wonderful... I can feel it. I can see it cutting right through my mind.

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  5. am30 March 2021 at 19:06

    Wholesome:)

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