Parallel world

In a parallel world,
soft round idlis,
turmeric stains, chapped nails,
gossips, pink frock,
sacrifices and silence
wouldn’t define femininity,
but all the dead needs,
the decomposing desires,
would speak for the fragility in feminity,
the dawned dreams
and the dying child,
the unasked, unuttered middle name of all women,
would speak for her.

In a parallel world,
women wouldn’t remind you of,
a figure, a perfect smile (half canines visible)
or glistening glare,
but of complex polygons, equations, and very better at math.

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For #napowrimo – Day 01.

Words do not flow easily to me, but when it does, it’s a sin to not pause and freeze them.