Yes 
I have buried
My desires inside,
I have picked up
What others wanted.

The instincts of mine
Are screaming out loudly,
But I Myself have closed
The ways to release them.

The voice of my inner soul
Has vanished now,
Tired of being tied 
By the willingness of others
She stopped trying
To set herself free.

The string 
That joined me
With my conscience,
Has been cut
By the confusion
Of being myself
Or
Being what others want.
Writing the conclusion of
A day in my Life
Feels incomplete now,
The nib of my pen stops
When I start writing from
I WANTED TO
Or
I WISH...

- Abha Satman