"This poem belongs to an imaginary world....
where women were allowed to join the army at will..."
TODAY I SKIPPED MY MEAL..
Today I skipped my meal.
My hands, they felt very tired.
I struggled carrying a heavy coffin
until the guns were fired.
People misguided by my actions,
thought me to be in grief.
But I felt nothing as such
that I could explain in brief.
The truth that I had no choice at all
my arms, they couldn't feel,
I wished someone to feed me then
or knead my arms to heal.
But mummy ain't no more with me,
so I skipped my meal.
by- Nahiann
