The voices are getting louder from the other room.
Until the room door is strongly shut and fastened.
Flowers in dead soil do not bloom.
There’s a palpable feeling of despair and gloom.
Closed doors don’t muffle the sounds of screaming discontent.
The voices are getting louder from the other room.
There seems to be a steady increase in volume.
Misunderstandings and assumptions leave all relationships spent.
Flowers in dead soil do not bloom.
These attacks leave everyone in a mannish fume.
Male ego does not allow for feminine dissent.
The voices are getting louder from the other room.
The silence afterwards lends to the sense of doom.
The children learn to either be quiet or resent.
Flowers in dead soil do not bloom.
These quarrels will drive the family and its name to the tomb.
The cracks created here will be impossible to mend.
The voices are getting louder from the other room.
Flowers in dead soil do not bloom.
Jaishree Malik is a final year student pursuing B.A. (Hons) English from Kamala Nehru College, University of Delhi.
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