She waits at the door

in ‘iktsuarpok’.

Her eyes are moist,

as if,

she could no longer

cross over;

Her wings

were clipped,

by the coterie,

that circumscribed

her way of life.

She was happy

being ‘in’,

or was it her state of mind;

that she framed

to stay within?

She longed to be out

in the streets,

covered & muddled up

in the dusts that surround..

She can, but

she hesitates

from the sneer inhibitions

that society lays..

so she just looks

through the gate..

Yet, the corner of her eyes


to be out;

and be lost in the 


that surround..

But hidden is her age

that cannot be unseen..!



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