By-Sayanti Das


She walked the streets of loneliness like a thirsty bird,

Imagining the happiness to unfold and her thoughts to be heard.


With every passing day, night and dawn,

Kept dreaming the ugly swan.


Was the colour of her skin so important,

To the world she had offended.


Could she be left to fly high,

Flap her wings in the bay nearby.

Could the world pity her less,

And not push her into distress.


Why was the society so hypocrite?

Choosing between bright and lit.


Why couldn't she be loved for what she was?

Why did she have to follow the norms set by the world?


She was lonely without friends and foe.

To call her own, was she all alone?


She decided to love herself with all the flaws society had daunted,

With all the thoughts that ever haunted.


She screamed to the world that she was not alone,

She always had herself to call her own.


Who wouldn't leave her no matter what,

Who would give the soul for her, when the time comes to be apart.


Loving oneself is the key to happiness she finally found,

Having someone to love you, was the only treasure around.



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

1 comment

  • The depiction of a woman’s (and perhaps everybody’s) loneliness in a self-centred world is very vividly described. A feeling that most people should relate to. For that I applaud for composing such a poem.

    Also heartiest congratulations on getting this piece published, the news definitely struck me by surprise but definitely glad!

    I hope to see more of your poems being published.

    Best wishes!

    Ishan Mitra

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