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  • hashtagkalakar
    • Feb 10
    • 1 min read

Better Version

By Navita Mathpal


In decades to comes,

I will change the world,

Modest, delicate, fragile,

That girl is over and done.


Vulnerable whinings,

Cunning calculated moves,

Society, past, reputation,

enough playing the victim.





A better version of me,

Phenomenal and fierce,

I do have an "opinion"

Misogynies beware!


I am loud,

I stand up for what's right!

I forge my own path,

I compose my own life. / I write my own lines.


By Navita Mathpal








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