Elegance that's what I find in her.
Her loneliness sets me on fire-
In times of trouble, I look at up to her.
In times of depression, she's my lost desire.
I hate her. Then I love her.
I feel lost and perplexed.
She's my seven colors satire.
And in her, I find home when I am stressed.
I have often looked up to the sky and wished-
"Why isn't she mine? What crime am I accused of for it?"
The sky answered, " Fate takes a man to places or wrecks them.
It makes him, or it breaks him-
So what's your fate?"
Anxious I looked at myself, shocked to see that I was born a girl-
In the chapter of mankind, this has never happened!
A woman adoring another?
Am I ruined?
Or have I been living in nightmares in the body of some human, some other?
Am I punishable?
Should I ever tread on Earth?
For I deserve nothing now, but only hate from everyone around.

She kept me closer when I needed someone with me.
And now all I can see -
Is her away, somewhere so far.
Somewhere near, where dwells the pole star.
Broken and defeated, I ask myself-
"Is it my fault to walk through this path?
Or have I been singing Tagore's "I'm happy to walk through this path" as I took my oath
To love her faithfully, all my life."
- Anurima Mukherjee

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