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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 my birth ceremonies
When I had seen few days on Earth ?

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

Or do you mean 
That I am too fragile
To handle the truth
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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