Same old story repeated again
That my dadi told my mother
My mother narrated it to me
And amused me to no bound

Same old meal prepared again
My mother’s taste in it abound
She learned it from grandmother
And grandmother from her mother surely

Same old me got married
Like all girls in each generation did
Like They will still do
A soothing monotony
A secure reiteration
same old stories and patterns repeated
Are not always soothing
Are not always securing
And Me alone
Trying to break the pattern
Let me break this reiteration
Stop it to break it ultimately

For Stories of horror are repeated too
Patterns are sometimes traumatic too
I heard of tales happening to my sisters
Let it stop with me. Let commence this break with you.

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