Being Myself

Ostracised for being myself,

Pushed to the fringes for resisting oppression,

Cold dead faces dribbling hatred,

Spewing poison till you turn blue with pain.

Labelled as mad and abnormal,

If these are my dues for doing nothing wrong,

Let me be myself and live this madness.

Swords of hatred will keep ringing,

Since they are serpents, they can’t help biting,

Wherever there’s a sandalwood tree,

Wrapped around will the serpents be,

Cooling off their heat of jealousy.

Poem and Image Copyright ©️ 2021 Vipanjeet Kaur- VJ Poetic Musings

Note: It is said that snakes cling to the sandalwood tree to keep themselves cool. The Indian Sandalwood tree is a small tropical tree having aromatic properties.

Clicked by Vipanjeet
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