THIS ONE IS A SONNET..

"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