#Hashtags

#Feminist
#Humanist
#Pride

My rights
your trends.

My freedom
your anarchy.

Why is my life bound
in hashtags,
a temporary perpetuity,
a sweet and acrid reminder
that half of the crowd
is just a flock of sheep,
a man sleepwalking,
kids following a human train,
until that train breaks,
until he wakes up,
until a sheep goes astray;
and everything
I am building myself on
will crumble.

Drop the hashtag.
Say
feminist,
humanist,
pride,
like you mean it.
-Taru Gupta


 

Drop the hashtag, and share this poem so others do too. Please like, comment your thoughts and follow my blog for more poetry content.

Love,
Taru.

 

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