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Adieu
To all the observed,
Unwanted,
Traps of gender.
To the unwashed clothes
That awaits for me.
The kitchen
With 100 ingredients,
With red chillies,
And sweet sugar,
Which neutralized
Every trap for me.
To the basin full of dirty plates
Bided dirty
For a lady.
Adieu
To the glittery, shiny jewellery.
To the golden nose ring
That pierced in my skin
To complete
The idea of beauty.
To the bright red dot on my forehead.
Defining my religion,
For me.
To the young and old adult’s
Blessings
On my birthday, festival, and pooja,
“May you get a good husband!”
Adieu
To the possessive, loving Lover
Who defined love for me
As marriage,
Children,
Family,
Home.
Adieu
To all the benign systems,
Which embraced me,
Because I was afraid of losing people.

By: pisesandhya747@gmail.com