Walking deep into the lane of thoughts,
I confessed a sin to my god.
The sin of having desires,
The sin of being born a girl.
I could be anyone,
A mother, a wife, a sister, your beloved,
Anyone,
Or I could be just another woman,
Who has desires to dream.
So, what am I?
The low breaking voice is what I am,
The crossed legs while sitting is what I am,
No desires is what I am,
No dreams is what I am,
Whatever they decide is what I am.
Which I doubt that I am.
I dream everyday,
I desire differently everyday,
I laugh harder and harder everyday,
And I don't cross my legs everyday.
Sadly, nobody can see this me.
'Cause I don't let anybody.
'Cause I'm supposed to hide it all.
Hide all of my desired body.
But now, I'm here to confess,
That I do,
I do live everyday.
Know it or not,
I'm guilty of living this way.
~Ambika
