by Rik Bhattacharja | May 25, 2025 | Poems
For days on end I stood numb and still, With frostbites on the cavity Where my heart used to be. Your cold hand has snatched, Pulled, and froze The vessel of my passion – The busted drum That used to beat To the rhythm of your name. In a fit of rage You crushed, And...
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...
