'Its my fault'

Everything is your fault
They said!
Hibiscus on a jasmine vine!
You should’ve washed
These bright colours
Should’ve trimmed the petals
When it was still small.
Should’ve worn a mask to prevent
From looking left or right.
Should’ve grown to be like
Sitha, Saavithri or at the least a Meera.
It is not late.
Not too late , they said,
To burn your feathers!
And to wash out
The colours of your dreams
By restricting you!
To revolve around an axis...