'I would rather be that wildflower who stands alone in your assorted garden, than be a 'desh ki beti' and torn apart.'
Tag: dark past
PTSD: Hanging on to Dark Secrets
A poem on the trauma of a dark past that never seems to fade.
'I would rather be that wildflower who stands alone in your assorted garden, than be a 'desh ki beti' and torn apart.'
A poem on the trauma of a dark past that never seems to fade.