Haldi Wala Doodh

When a week hurts you 

you begin to question what's really yours 

Because my time 

was something that I thought I could somewhat control 

and I know there are flukes here and there 

But for the most part, what I say 

is what is there 

The truth is, 

I'm pulled and stretched thin 

by a thousand different, invisible strings

that are not so easy to cut 

or break free from 

and I'm left far from the self 

I am meant to be 

So, as I trudge home,

tired and yearning for sleep 

I reclaim a small part of me 

and sip

haldi wala doodh 

allowing its golden warmth to seep deep

just like my ancestors intended for me