After the isles and the mountains
And the woods and the water,
She's locked herself into pains.
Now she's not one but two
And moves in pair, she
Now thinks in pair too.
And while once she'd flow
Aloud all day, all night, she
Now sobs low by her pillow.
And her moods no more
Fickle; pensively passive,
They stay down to the floor.
-- Praveen Singhmar
#feminist #poetry
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