When she was young,
she would pause her walk
to relish the clumps of Mimosa.
The leaves bashfully shrinking to her touch.
Never stopped till she closed down
every single one of its delicate shy leaves.
Never pondered what it must have felt.
But today, she feels like a Mimosa herself,
touched, harassed, violated.
He a self-proclaimed ‘superior’,
will not stop till he closed down
every single one of her delicate emotions.
She a fragile mimosa
Touch me not, she said.
About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I will attempt to complete this challenge of 30 poems in the month of April. Please keep reading and supporting. Wish me luck !
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