I am not dishonest.
Your tone is bitter,
It burns my heart, my whole being.
You are killing my self-respect.
There is rage in my heart,
But I cannot fight back.
You know that.
I can only plead my innocence
Or put up a brave face of arrogance;
But inside, I am torn; torn apart
At being accused.
Don’t abuse your power.
Don’t insult me.
My tears are honest.
They are the only refuge I have.
(Written from the perspective of a woman accused of siphoning-off funds).
Submitted as an assignment at the Creative Writing Classes, Mirambika Research Centre, conducted by Mrs. Anupa Lal.