Joyeeta Chandra

The Told secrets Joyeeta Chandra

How is my skin different from any human?

Why my soul is not loved enough?

When would these tears find solace?

Underneath the skin

Of a woman, is a human.

When would the world

Accept that?

I write in pain,

Telling these told and known

Secrets

I am confused

Whether to be happy?

Or remorseful?

A book of shared stories inked in the color of poetries. I wait for the day when these secrets, be erased.