Please Stop!

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.

Please stop!

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.

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