Quenching a starving womb, an embryo overweighed.
Adjudication one sided, tongueless soul proudly slayed.

If not but, then heartily welcomed with curses and evil eyes.
Happy tears showered for once, lifelong gift of silent cries.

Name received in charity, one time Diwali blanket.
Drugs of civilised venom tarted up in sickly banket.

Ventilated isolation, four-walled Bastille aptly carved.
Invisible iron bracelets gracing hands, secretly barred.

If not but, then unbridled, restricted freedom favoured.
Newborn injured wings, one netted milky way savoured.

Waiting for one new clothing, forever enslaved elf.
Liberation subjugated, blindfolded to oneself.

If not but, then this self-mutated weapon rises to glory,
From embers of frozen hearts, who indeed deserve a sorry.

Yes! Truly! I. Am. Sorry!

Sorry, not for being born in a frame of "Double X".
But for giving way to people's verdicts on my sex.

Sorry, not for igniting altruism in my bones.
But for shining like a pearl for those in love with stones.

Sorry, not for finding keys to being a free woman.
But for petting sadists, who call themselves human.

Sorry, not for unleashing the true phoenix in me.
But for letting viewers judge how shameless it could be.

Sorry, not for aspiring for a dream too distant.
But for trying to prove my existence, non-existent.

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A/N : I'll be putting a halt on couplet poems now, for I'm planning to try out new poetry forms, styles and rhymes. Hope you'll continue to shower your love on my upcoming form poetry as well! :)