The Felony of Fugitivity from Self
Like a pheasant unfeathering
Lies that I reveled in
Beckon no more
Adjunct was unnecessary
Mustn't have shored me up
The impulse to know what's within
Higher than heavens above
Like a tamed tiger detached from the wild
Iffy of wit and grit
I walked right into serving
In the bridewell for counterfeit
To be who I was
Oh how I couldn't will enough
But I'm ready for the pain, now
I'm ready for the change
-Rishika Chutani
Has to use the dictionary in every third line 😅but the efforts paid off. Could finally understand the deep essence of the poem. 👍👍👏👏
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DeleteThis was so beautiful. Hits hard, Rish. Keep up the amazing work❤️
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