’twas a day, warm and bright
And young was the night
When she came and walked
She heard whispers and talks.
No candles, no celebrations, no tears
No shrieks, nothing.
Silence, absolute silence. And it continued for a very long time.
Lovely! She heard someone say
Wonderful! Said another,
In her mind silence shattered into pieces
But only in her mind.
It was a place where she existed;
Not in any universe or a country or in an opulent house. No.
She chose to exist where she mattered.
A tiny individual in a mysterious galaxy who neither lived in it nor outside it.
She lived someplace hidden, a place which even the secret service of patriarchy couldn’t fathom!
From her place she could See,
The lies people wear and the deceptive words their tongue speaks,
Together they said, “happy birthday to you”
And she knew, it was not the place to be.