by Kirti V | Dec 5, 2022 | Poetry
Life ain’t a bed of roses for all, As thorns lay sharp for some. So was it for this little one, Who was confused with his identity. To the world he was a ‘HE’, To himself, he was a ‘SHE’. Torn between this he and she, He...
by Kirti V | Jul 4, 2022 | Poetry
Oh! Mother mine, was it my fault? That I was born on your lap? Or is there something more to it? Don’t I deserve to live a life, With an identity and dignity? I saw dad fighting all through, Oh! Mother mine, was it my fault? Were you both born like...
