Wrote this for a Challenge, the beginning and ending of the poem should be diametrically opposite.
Bindi* – a red dot kept on the forehead
All my life, I’ve felt indebted, An altruistic people pleaser, I’d feel obliged. ‘Forever at your service’, my heart would sing, Never understanding manipulations and gambling. The day I decided to break the shackles, I’d happily adorned myself with, How was I chided by all those jackals! ‘Wouldn’t give up this time’, I said withContinue reading “I chose myself!”