Poem of the week: “Let go my hands” by Kshitiz Pokhrel

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Often targeted by the tyrannous monsters
I feel as I’m the surveillance of the seducers
Making my prestige resemble like the period cramps
Worst of which I feel as I’m loosing my psychic strands


Bleeding, crying and utmost getting unnotified
Contrary to which rapers edging up with apprise of futile
I’m thinking of committing the suicide
Why not if I am being a target of impartial right ?


I’m falling, because of these sexist wickers
Wandering, when am I going to get my identity fostered?
Oh Lord, I’m pleading you to the fullest
please help me in establishing my soul and let go my hands…

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