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ECUMENICAL NAME-WOMAN

I am a parasite,
With the world, as my host.
I receive what it offers me the most,
A world with its absurd facts,
never spurs me.
I am made to adhere to the norms,
in many distinct forms.
You compare me to him,
this makes me dim.
You strangle me with fear
and then...
I roar;
alone on the shore.
I am a parasite
with a life;
on the tip of a knife.


-Aarzoo Malik
 Miranda House
 University of Delhi

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