Mom, sister, wife & daughter

Have portrayed as a role

Chased the calm charisma

Will they love you as a soul?

 

Appeased with offerings

Caged as a muse to woo

Chiseled stone into “goddess”

Do they see the one in you?

 

Butchered daring dreams

Blindfolded you with norms

Dreaded by the resurgence

Would they trigger the storm?

 

Praises are a vicious trap

Momentary and mortal

Habitual to dormant lava

Can they sustain your bugle?

 

Realize the “person” sheathed,

“They” are bound to value

A foot ahead is your goal

Thrive in; just “be you”

© Juhi Gupte