By
Nandana Vijayakumar in
Poetry |
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"Men don't cry",the words
that every crying young boy would hear.
What are you supposed to do then,
when you're in sadness and despair?
Many men never dare to say,
if their favourite colour is pink.
As from childhood, most of their possessions
are the colour of blue ink!
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Published on May 8,2020 12:46 PM
By
Nandana Vijayakumar in
Poetry |
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You're too skinny,You're too fat
You're brown, your teeth aren't aligned.
You're too short, you're too tall
Seriously, this 'too tale' has no end.
Covering their chocolate brown faces
with all those unwanted creams.
certainly not whole heartedly,
but to hide all those inner screams.
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Published on May 8,2020 12:44 PM
By
Nandana Vijayakumar in
Poetry |
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I know an ugly word,
with a scary meaning,
It took my hair off,
turned my skin darker,
gave me throat sores and fatigue.
Made stomach and head ache,
my constant companions.
'Cancer',the word is, in me still awake.
The first time it met me,
I felt so fragile,
Thought I won't make it,
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Published on May 8,2020 12:41 PM
