Quietly Hushed
That day...that day
Which I try hard to brush away,
Constantly creeps up my skin
Batting my drooping eyelids open.
Afraid to share secrets,
For the fear of further treason.
Not able to gain solace from anyone
Without being pointed a finger at by everyone.
Is it my fault to be born a 'her',
That I have to undergo such torture.
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