It was as if all those emotions were back at once To torment the mind The east wind clusters with the North wind The west wind clusters with the south wind And there was a cloud of dust all over the room The center couldn’t hold still It was all like a nightmare that I prayed to wake from. And then there came a silent voice like a bug on the head It whispered to my ear Does your existence really matter? Do they really care about you? Who really cares?

Day by day, we witness a new female face on the news or social media, tortured, raped or abused. While some of the women die, some do survive but with a stain that becomes a scar. The scar becomes a nightmare. Many have successfully eradicated such subjugation while some have drastically been enslaved by such thoughts.

Year: 2020 Size: 36 x 30inches Medium: Oil colour on Canvas

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