Updated: Oct 8, 2022
By Ipsita Pradhan
I was a puppet
In the minds of some, In the lap of life,
In the hands of time.
I suffocated,
In the dreams of freedom, In the hope for more, In the search for identity.
I wished,
As I tried to be me,
As I traded time,
As I kept on trying.
I tried,
As I kept on failing,
As I suffered in silence, As I broke a few threads.
The threads were strong, I was tired and lost,
Silly girl, they said,
puppets do not want.
By Ipsita Pradhan
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