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Her Body, My Soul

Feb 11, 2023
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By Debraj Das


Her body, his soul.

Captured one day, with the God's foul.

To understand the pain she went through

A desire to remove the taboo.



Scars of all sorts bound to the skins

Found he not easy to face the sins.

Of the world he stayed so adhered

surprised more he was what he discovered.


Time he found to fight with

to get out of this dream like a terrible myth.

With the clarity & compassion he pledged

Not My Body, but my soul, he hedged!


By Debraj Das



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