She was now a mother. Let me remind you - that this, is not a poem. It is a memory of two coming of age girls from 2018 I, who carried the weight of board exams And cribbed about the heavy burden And she, who carried the weight of a baby and an abusive husband And silently swallowed all her pain This is a memory of the day When two childhood friends met after fourteen years Through a glass window That somehow didn’t shatter that day With screams that echo When they cross each other in the colony even today Without a smile, or a word. You see, this is not just a poem. This is an ode to two girls from 2004 Way before one of them Was any different from the other.
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