The kohl under my eyes is a daunting reminder of the witches they set ablaze, did the ashes come from charred bigotry or forged piety? I’m yet to know.
The scars are from all those times the wolves deceived the lambs and preyed on chastity.
All those times the lioness was mistaken as a lamb and pressed against satirical cages.
By PARWAAZ A woman has died in meA woman of disease with a lack of peace.An animal who would toil and ask nothingA dried leaf who would flutter and flinch.…