Sunday Poem By Ruchira Mukherjee

Feeling myself

I go through stages of doubt daily.
There are days I don’t feel comfortable in my skin.
I breakdown too,I am a human too .
I am well acquainted with my vulnerable side.
Facing her everyday take guts.
There are days my body wants to give up.
My mind goes in sync many a times.
My fate refuses maybe.
I nurture her,shut her mind and remind her that the war is too long.
The war against gender violence is still relevant.
Everyday I wake up to a conscience of dead future.
Heart shouts stop!
There is still hope.
Just don’t give up on your life.
The day torturous chain stops breaking it’s shackles.
I will remember her like a soldier’s promise.