• gauri nadkarni choudhary

The matter of respect


Lines across the palms,

Were to be respected,

Without any qualms,

Because they decided fate.

Lines drawn across the sky,

Connecting the stars,

Respect them without a why,

Because they decided the future.

Lines across the earth,

Separating the people,

Respect the land of birth,

Because they decided who you were.

Lines around women,

That they don't want you to cross,

Those could be treated with scorn,

Because consent was a lost cause

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