by Rik Bhattacharja | May 25, 2025 | Poems
For days on endI stood numb and still,With frostbites on the cavityWhere my heart used to be.Your cold hand has snatched,Pulled, and frozeThe vessel of my passion –The busted drumThat used to beatTo the rhythm of your name.In a fit of rageYou crushed,And threw...
by Rik Bhattacharja | May 25, 2025 | Poems
She was so concerned about being A good girl to her parents, A good mother to her children, A good wife to a husband, A good cog in the machine, That she never learned To just be… Be herself, Know herself, Not as a woman, Or as a person even, But as a universe...
