There existed a story.
Between birth and death
a story existed.
Between sorrow and mirth
thrived a story.
Between gives and takes
a story ambled.
Between dos and don’ts
breathed a story.
All yess and nos
crafted a story.
A story of her.
A story nestled
stories.
Of…
Sita, Radha, Draupadhi,
Meera, Kunti, Gandhari.
Of…
deprivation, denial, devastation.
A story of inhuman shehood.
