An Emotion

By Bhavya Mohta

A tear fell from my eye, 

I wiped it instantly. 

In order to hide my cry, 

I consoled myself constantly. 

I look cherished most of the time, 

But I'm hiding my cry. 

People think I don't care a dime, 

But I'm giving my try. 

I look happy

But this isn't the reality. 

I want a shoulder to cry, 

Help me with your generosity. 

Everything isn't perfect, 

Ironically. 

I'm picking up my shreds heroically. 

What's keeping me hooked? 

My successful parents;

Because I want to have a house and not be a tenant. 

If I call myself a feminist, 

I have to resist 

The hindrance coming my way

In order to slay. 

Here I stand by my say

That I won't give up till the last day!

By Bhavya Mohta