Journal of the Yakshini – Delhi Poetry Slam

Journal of the Yakshini

By Shruti Sinha

In the city of Alaka, where moonshine dances
With lush gardens and pristine rivers, the landscape enhances 
One might ponder that the life goes in harmony 
However, here I am , the epitome of irony 
My husband is the Yaksha who was exiled by the lord kubera 
For neglecting his responsibility 
And not following his duty 
But little did they know 
There was another possibility 
That I could be the one who's actually guilty 
We share an emotional bond
Which is why he's so deeply attached 
And this caused him to make an oversight 
Oh, how melancholy it it!
To know that your loved one must be suffering 
Facing adversities must be so challenging 
Oh! How sorrowful it is to witness vibrant flowers and marvelous scenery 
When the colour of my life is not quite as greenery


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