Forbidden

By Bhavika Jain

The authorities have asked but my past is something no one will ever believe.

Because my past is the one which has caused me to grieve.

No place to find myself or to hide myself.

Just facing a little distraction but I must find the connection.

Connection of me to this world

I want to be heard

In a cage now I just stand, waiting for stereotypical ideas to demand.

Someone needs to understand that I am not for a glance.

Even I can think, even I can sing, I can do anything,

But something just pulls me back.

Again, forbidden from the real world I stand for the stereotypical ideas to demand.

By Bhavika Jain