Submissions open for Wingword Poetry Prize 2020

Love Was Never Mine

By Komal Kiran

Icy wind flew, 
Holding haziness.
Frozen sky above, 
And limpid gems 
On turfs below.
Yes! That December night,
On track of loneliness 
I stood beneath 
The blinking stars;
Longing for love,
Love that belonged 
To the descendent son, 
And was never mine, 
For I was daughter.
I screamed within,
But silenced out
Isolated again 
From my family, 
Ruled by patriarch. 


4 comments

  • Your poetry is packed and yet profound. Great work!

    Sanya
  • heart touching poetry….love you dear…THE POET AND HER POETRY???

    neha bharti
  • Wow what a wonderful poetry.. I love it..

    Victor Debbarma
  • Wonderful lines sis..!!

    Alika prakash

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