The lost sonnet
In a world dousing with patriarchy,
In my mind rousing with inner anarchy;
Where my passion is a revolution,
My conviction an unheard of abomination!
When I am cursed for my physiology,
Shunned by this self obsessed society!
Where my long hair is super desirable,
But the thoughts it hides are unspeakable.
My sense of identity is called false pride,
My ideals - surreptitiously stupefied!
In my armory plenty of confidence:
Perceived by them as impertinence.
The world continues to go around,
My inner clock gets more tightly wound;
I thought life was chasing my set goals,
Didn’t know I would be running from potholes!
This society and it’s twisted idiocy,
Suck away at my very vitality.
My rights incomprehensible to this world where
Women still stand at the dining table!
Words once laced with idealism and poetry:
Rage and resentment have turned them fiery!
My ballad of youth halted by the double standards,
My lovelorn sonnet has taken a reality bullet!