Nannama

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 17th February 2021

The night after her demise 
I hugged her, so lucid her skin texture;
I begged her, so stifling my weeping;
For love, for forgiveness, 
for little more togetherness.
She held me too, so was my vague memory;
The betrayal and the deceive 
Hit hard the insensible psyche,
When she already couldn't obligate in existent.
And I questioned myself and none else -
Why did she crave and chose death so badly;
She was fond of love, family, beauty,
Culinary, crooning, saudade,
Patriarchy, and also fictions that contradict it,
Attire, little tattle,and her own kinda peace.
I realized ignorance of mine and hers
Alongside impotent acceptance, 
ain't having the will to bear the 
pain - She once took for granted, 
Is all it took for the burial of fondness for life,
Long before her body was burned.

- Varshini 
 

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