Construed Infer

By Snehasish Roy

Women were meant to bind,

A distant reality one could find.

In utter contempt whining absurd;

Disregards to listening desperate to be heard.

Conjectured empathy;

It’s really something painful to see,

How distant things could be;

Naivety a twisted beauty.

Vetting acuity;

Faith overshadowed amidst adversity.

Distant spurious symphonies,

Epiphanical chastise alongside uncertainties.

By Snehasish Roy