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Poetry

How Do I Tell You Ma?

Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly have? You’re only seventeen” But how do I tell you Ma? How do I tell you about the high-functioning depression…

Poetry

Broken Serenade

Blood flowed around  As she killed herself  Ignoring the salty tears  And painful gasps.   Because, she was fed up of the  Dehumanisation and isolation All she did was speak out About the harassment  she was put through. Thereafter, followed the infamous  and constant gas…