Nisha Dhaka Poet Free verse

The Cage

This one is for the lady, who is efficient,  who adores her family,  who is skillful. This is for the lady who loses her identity,  the one who looks up to mercy of her beloved. 


I am tired of my kindness. 
I am tired of my goodness. 
I am tired of my fake smile. 
I am tired of my tolerance. 
I am tired of my surrender. 
I am tired of my strength. 
I am tired of revived hope. 
I am tired of the squirm. 
I am tired of the solitude. 
I am tired of this shun. 
I am tired of resistance. 
I am tired of my wait. 
I am tired of interminability. 
I am tired of my rage. 
I am tired of survival. 
I am tired of my kill. 
I am tired of incessant bleeding heart. 
I am tired of treating my clipped wings. 
I am tired of the journey which never ends.

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