Colours

Blue one
With small ghungroos on edges
Red,
With a golden gotta trimming

Green
With stickon stars
And black
With silver bead work.

I pile them all on bed
Hard to choose one.

Fan whirring
I hope it will hold me

I choose a white dupatta
I don't really know
How to make a noose
But I make one

I hope it's same as you made
All those years ago

I hope your mother stops crying now
After she sees my mother's tears
Flowing for the same loss

I hope father knows
There was no man who touched me ever

I hope things go well
After I leave.

I tie the dupatta on fan
Noose is waiting for me

I am coming to meet you
Finally
Gathering my courage

I look back at my life
Nothing to regret
I owe nothing to anyone
All obligation paid back
Nothing on credit sheets

I look at the plastic stool
I look at the white rope
Inviting me

Today
I will finally know
How you felt that night
Today
I will watch from somewhere above
And know for sure
How many tears fell for me.

Reviews

[Shabeeh Haider]

Sometimes without realizing it, we put a similar noose on the necks of people who love us.
Someone leaves you to die every day, another takes your hand and gives you hope.

[PhoenixDown]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mWLig0s_9k