Muscularity

By Juhi Jain

The place which I used to call home 

Is the place where I feel unsafe the most. 

These people whom I have always known 

Are the people who made me feel lost. 

What happened to the serene beauty of humanity? How come now it’s filled with impurity? 

How did I end up in this tragedy? 

This is what you call muscularity? 

I just wanted to serve my people; 

Am I the one to be accused? 

I have thousands of questions in my mind, 

But I am just laying motionless on the floor with a mere excuse.

By Juhi Jain