Don’t tell me
You’re ‘like’
A mother to me
A sister to me
A daughter to me
Or compare me
To a deity
Like
Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswathi
My heart beats
Because of me
Because I am my own
Identity
Shailaja Rao, Core Member, Dhanak of Humanity (NGO)
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