"I won't touch flowers today Because apparently they wither. I won't go near anyone, I won't touch that peacock feather. I won't walk around the garden, I won't play in water. And just staying still will hurt, Even that joyful laughter. The space that I needed Any other day... It is as if I've been abandoned, I didn't want it this way. And I hate how I said "I won't" Not that "I can't" because It wasn't taught, but slowly poisoned And it's stuck in my heart. ©Anagha Ukaskar"