“Weight : mine or yours?"

Picture By Arushi Rawat

My body weighs,

The blood of your eyes.

Every inch,

From top to thighs.

My body grows,

From the ways you try.

From shackles I need to fly.

Emotions are

Not just the means to cry.

Don’t over question the why.

Don’t over cry,

Just because you don't want to try.

My body weighs,

The ages I live,

The words I flip,

The moments I skip.

Growing into,

A basket of what you see,

The cages,

The caves,

The carvings

I might not even need.

Isn’t it an assault ?

Of so many types,

So many crimes,

So many way to define,

Yet, be that one



And unrefined.

My body weighs,

The heart inside you,

The emotions like a dew,

Reasons every time new,

The place you let grew.

Are these castles?

Or homes of crime?

I am left with

Nothing this time.

My body weighs,

And weights

The burdens of humans alike.

The questions of

You, they or we,

The systems in time.

My body!

Yes, my body !

Or is it society

As they say all the time?

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