Pillar

By Aarna Sanndilya

She is the oldest daughter,

An unpaid therapist, a punching bag,

Replication of father unless disagrees,

Monster for being the shield of young hands.

She does it all so that it becomes easy for the rest,

Her mistakes are not worth of pardon,

Keeps all the burden to her chest,

Swirling around with puzzled thoughts,

With responsibilities on shoulders,

Burying the childish girl she became

Mature, cold heart.

She loves people but prefers being alone,

For she is tired of the allegations and suggestions,

Fighting every second, learning the hard way,

Communicating to darkness, she weeps.

By Aarna Sanndilya