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I woke up this morning,
To the sound of nothingness
And darkness engulfs me
'To wake or not to wake'
Yesterday when you left
Shattered the very ground beneath my feet
Left a woman bereft of an identity,
Your last name.
I wonder now,
I reminisce the yesteryears,
Afternoons spent under another mans shadow.
He who bestowed you upon my unassuming world.
I shall go back to him now, for I am nothing without a title.
A simpering woman, the good girl;
They say I'm the apple of the society's eye.
But as I board the bus back home, take the last seat by the window,
My minds drifts,
Their judgment shall be heard .
[This poem introduces us to the plight of a women who has always been under the shadow of a male. She, at first, had her father to guide her through life. And after a marriage that may not have been consentual, she comes under the guidance of her husband. But now, due to the intricacies that life provides, she has to face a situation where she is entirely on her own. What was once an epitome for the society to look up to, is now going against all that she stood for.]