Yellow the sky
She dreamt last night
White meadows
And blue blood
She barked like a dog
She crawled like a snail
But never she tried
To show her aboriginal deformity
As behaved by her known society
Yellow was her sky
But she flew with no wing
As ghosts are imagined at random
She enjoyed her journey
Before being raped by her
Authority who promised to give her
Social identity as a man!
Pranab k c
15/09/2017
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