You are my sister.

You learnt to dance in closets.

And sing in front of a mirror.

You shaped your smiles behind doors.

And chiseled your heart to fine art.

You were careful with tunes.

Only to your hearing.

Slow, steady like trickling water.

You knitted your voice to a strong song.

Moving like an echo.

Like a resounding gong.

You hated wars, went all the same.

With painful strides and aches.

You are always with a story on your tongue

Lines from your dreams.

“I remember my childhood”

“I remember my lovers”

“I don’t forget pain”

your questions are bold strangers on every door


“how can we define home?”

“when does war end?”

You are my sister.

You are me.

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