t(a)inted

Muskan Sandhu

 

I thought I
To be my canvas
But
Mother said
Girls don't argue
She tainted it.

I thought I
To be my canvas
But
His father said
You can't marry my boy
You're your religion

He tainted it.

I thought I
To be my canvas
But
They said
I was disordered
They tainted it.

Tinged
Yet I
Remain the artist
The strokes
Are mine
Free. Free. Free.

 


Muskan Sandhu, 21-years-old, is a student of literature at Lady Shri Ram College, New Delhi. She believes that between the definites of birth and death, the only certain variable is experience and, in all probability, that is all there is to life. In her writing then, she gives voice to her experiences of some escapist fantasies and dystopian realities.