By Anjali Rastogi
So tired of being imprisoned for what I haven't done.
So tired of being blamed for the glass broken.
So tired of sitting under the dark clouds when someone else sees the sun.
So tired of being exiled when someone else wears my crown.
So tired for being polished with dust and grime when the one chapped is soaked with ink.
So tired of breathing the smoke when the one that caused fire is beneath the sky coloured pink.
How can I be the scapegoat in a blink?
I'm stained for the escape of someone else's doings when they are washed with innocence.
The injustice has finally left me to break this long stretch of quiet fence,
So now ,I break free my suppressed anger soundly.
Stop pretending and refuse to exchange pleasantries and niceties.
Addressing the truth has lured me into seeing the whole picture.
Now, this realization has become clear,
That my silence prompted me to be taken lightly for too long,
But now I'm liberated from this endless wrong.