Your Sight...
You came in my life like a blowing wind,
Took my heart to the shore like those flowing rills,
I saw your sight like a writer watches twilight,
In the midst of your eyes I attained pure delight...
You registered your name on the land of my heart,
You pierced my heart like a moving dart,
My being is mesmerised by your glowing fragrance,
Like a devotee raptured by God's reminiscence...
My entire being wants to assimilate in you,
Like a ripple on the surface of ocean,
The embers of my heart are revived by your shimmering sight,
Like living life again became worthwhile...
I am lost in you like sun and moon in eclipse,
I crave for your sight like a man begging for life,
Enchanting your name every moment like vedic hymns,
I want to be a devotee dissolving in your eyes and feel your mollifying vibes...
#san
#review
#poetry
You came in my life like a blowing wind,
Took my heart to the shore like those flowing rills,
I saw your sight like a writer watches twilight,
In the midst of your eyes I attained pure delight...
You registered your name on the land of my heart,
You pierced my heart like a moving dart,
My being is mesmerised by your glowing fragrance,
Like a devotee raptured by God's reminiscence...
My entire being wants to assimilate in you,
Like a ripple on the surface of ocean,
The embers of my heart are revived by your shimmering sight,
Like living life again became worthwhile...
I am lost in you like sun and moon in eclipse,
I crave for your sight like a man begging for life,
Enchanting your name every moment like vedic hymns,
I want to be a devotee dissolving in your eyes and feel your mollifying vibes...
#san
#review
#poetry
"THE LAST MESSAGE"
Oh! poor soul you had time, but denied
Oh! poor your family you left behind
Oh! I envy those who could make amends
I envy Myself getting off your wrath
Is this the price for calmness
Or is this the deception of mahem
The old wise tree has shed
And the bird has lost it's egg
The heavy boxes are a burden now
But have to march out of house
The weaker ones would be thrown away
The stronger ones will find a way
My pain will never reach you
But who cares about that
So was your pain bigger
But it's me who is writing the poem
So don't haunt me with a new chapter
You don't have the power to make me read
I don't need your fake smiles anymore
Instead...., grace me with a good night sleep
#Einstestine #poetry #review
Feelings can't be measured and compared.
A friend thinks of a last message for his dead friend in form of a poetry at his funeral who has committed suicide. Though he feels an unimaginable pain, he still thinks it's his parents right to be in most pain for the moment so he expressed himself in this poetry but still mention his family first, at the end he couldn't control his pain and tells him that it hurts him more than anyone.
Oh! poor soul you had time, but denied
Oh! poor your family you left behind
Oh! I envy those who could make amends
I envy Myself getting off your wrath
Is this the price for calmness
Or is this the deception of mahem
The old wise tree has shed
And the bird has lost it's egg
The heavy boxes are a burden now
But have to march out of house
The weaker ones would be thrown away
The stronger ones will find a way
My pain will never reach you
But who cares about that
So was your pain bigger
But it's me who is writing the poem
So don't haunt me with a new chapter
You don't have the power to make me read
I don't need your fake smiles anymore
Instead...., grace me with a good night sleep
#Einstestine #poetry #review
Feelings can't be measured and compared.
A friend thinks of a last message for his dead friend in form of a poetry at his funeral who has committed suicide. Though he feels an unimaginable pain, he still thinks it's his parents right to be in most pain for the moment so he expressed himself in this poetry but still mention his family first, at the end he couldn't control his pain and tells him that it hurts him more than anyone.
#review
#iwritesometimes
#poetry
#mans
Let me kiss your soul for once,
And gently cradle the corners of your heart,
Engrave you by colors, with your name between my lips,
And in a mirror you'll see the greatest masterpiece of art.
~ IWRITESOMETIMES
#iwritesometimes
#poetry
#mans
Let me kiss your soul for once,
And gently cradle the corners of your heart,
Engrave you by colors, with your name between my lips,
And in a mirror you'll see the greatest masterpiece of art.
~ IWRITESOMETIMES
the bearing braced walls
shuddered, shattered, shredded
not completely though
there are yet seeds to be sowed
in the heavenly abode
drop by drop, soon
in rivers, chaotic blood flowed
from the structure's doors
that now shut open
rivers in abandoned arbitrary flow
drop by drop, it stopped too
Bloooooooddddd
not the sparkling red glitters
but just the no r m a l endometrium
maybe crimson paint spilled on the canvas
but more b e a u t i f u l n beyond
this structure, not only has walls
but there's this boss lady
who makes all the calls
from the entry to exists
carrying on the proceedings
she comes once a month
to collect what is solely hers
upon not getting what she deserves
she ends up creating a bloody mess & chaos
she is no harm, she means no harm
she is just here to calm you through the storms
she wants you to believe her, promising
that flowers will too bloom,
pls hold on till spring
I have tried to metaphor "menstruation" here, stating the uterus as a kind of structure where there is lady (ovum) who takes all the decisions. But I am really not sure if I succeeded. Also I wanted to add a paragraph about how this structure will be a (king)dom or a fort(ress). I also wanted to convey more how it is beautiful n symbolic to life & not focus on society's prohibitions & perspectives
Please review this for me, and lemme know if it makes sense.
Thank You :)
#sxm #review #poetry
shuddered, shattered, shredded
not completely though
there are yet seeds to be sowed
in the heavenly abode
drop by drop, soon
in rivers, chaotic blood flowed
from the structure's doors
that now shut open
rivers in abandoned arbitrary flow
drop by drop, it stopped too
Bloooooooddddd
not the sparkling red glitters
but just the no r m a l endometrium
maybe crimson paint spilled on the canvas
but more b e a u t i f u l n beyond
this structure, not only has walls
but there's this boss lady
who makes all the calls
from the entry to exists
carrying on the proceedings
she comes once a month
to collect what is solely hers
upon not getting what she deserves
she ends up creating a bloody mess & chaos
she is no harm, she means no harm
she is just here to calm you through the storms
she wants you to believe her, promising
that flowers will too bloom,
pls hold on till spring
I have tried to metaphor "menstruation" here, stating the uterus as a kind of structure where there is lady (ovum) who takes all the decisions. But I am really not sure if I succeeded. Also I wanted to add a paragraph about how this structure will be a (king)dom or a fort(ress). I also wanted to convey more how it is beautiful n symbolic to life & not focus on society's prohibitions & perspectives
Please review this for me, and lemme know if it makes sense.
Thank You :)
#sxm #review #poetry
To what I not know
#review #poem #poetry #Abhijit
This is a poem of a soldier who has lost the war and is trying to escape from it. Now he is so tired of running that he stops and looks behind but to his surprise no one is following him. So he starts walking and reflecting his own actions and emotions.
I walk,
Staggering falling and then again.
I walk.
I walk,
To feel the unfathomable pain,
The spikes of my disdain,
That goes through my heart and sail,
In the sea of unbroken vows,
I walk.
I walk,
Remembering the string of my thoughts,
Of friends and foes alike.
To kill and get killed,
To be brave and to fear alike,
I walk.
I walk,
Laughing and crying at the same time,
Knowing the invincible, inevitable time.
That even my soul shall rest soon,
In the midst of the many that came and shall come too.
I walk.
I walk and keep walking
To what I not know
-Abhijit Amin
#review #poem #poetry #Abhijit
This is a poem of a soldier who has lost the war and is trying to escape from it. Now he is so tired of running that he stops and looks behind but to his surprise no one is following him. So he starts walking and reflecting his own actions and emotions.
I walk,
Staggering falling and then again.
I walk.
I walk,
To feel the unfathomable pain,
The spikes of my disdain,
That goes through my heart and sail,
In the sea of unbroken vows,
I walk.
I walk,
Remembering the string of my thoughts,
Of friends and foes alike.
To kill and get killed,
To be brave and to fear alike,
I walk.
I walk,
Laughing and crying at the same time,
Knowing the invincible, inevitable time.
That even my soul shall rest soon,
In the midst of the many that came and shall come too.
I walk.
I walk and keep walking
To what I not know
-Abhijit Amin
An ode to lost
I am lost in the garth today,
I no longer know the place,
lone,
I hear your sounds echoes,
But when I go there,
Desolation It slowly grows,
I sit near the fountain,
and try to forget you,
But knowing that you are that memory,
I fail each time,
The space between us,
Its now infinitely defined,
The death, the stranger stares,
I realize deep down,
I am you.
#ode
#poem
#review
I am lost in the garth today,
I no longer know the place,
lone,
I hear your sounds echoes,
But when I go there,
Desolation It slowly grows,
I sit near the fountain,
and try to forget you,
But knowing that you are that memory,
I fail each time,
The space between us,
Its now infinitely defined,
The death, the stranger stares,
I realize deep down,
I am you.
#ode
#poem
#review
CLICKS
Times pass and people separate,
But memories remain forever....
It feels a lie when people say technical evolution took us apart,
For these heartfelt clicks helps to relive the warmth of heart,
Which otherwise seems lost in intricate web of thoughts,
Everyone becomes rigid with experiences,
It is these clicks which help to feel the fluidity of life again....
#sankalp
#poetry
#review
Times pass and people separate,
But memories remain forever....
It feels a lie when people say technical evolution took us apart,
For these heartfelt clicks helps to relive the warmth of heart,
Which otherwise seems lost in intricate web of thoughts,
Everyone becomes rigid with experiences,
It is these clicks which help to feel the fluidity of life again....
#sankalp
#poetry
#review
She = He, an equation still not accepted,
She is dependent, powerless, and incapable still suspected.
Her ideas are openly mocked but silently noted,
Her hard work and sacrifices remain unquoted.
She is not allowed to raise her voice,
Sitting still and silent, she is left with no choice.
She must be perfect from head to toe,
She rejected you. How dare she?! Label her a hoe!
‘Equal’ in “Equality” and ‘Free’ in “Freedom”,
It’s no rocket science to understand these two words unless you are dumb!!
Let her take a stand,
And if she is struggling lend her a helping hand!
She also has a life and will not always be available,
So instead of making her feel guilty, make her comfortable.
Homemaking together with job undertaking, she can be a multitasker,
Trust her, care for her ask her!
Ability and Success does not come with a particular gender,
If you want to shine you will have to be a worthy contender.
You cannot undermine her just because you are strong,
Men＞Women or Women＜Men, both the equations are wrong.
#review
#aj
#poetry
She is dependent, powerless, and incapable still suspected.
Her ideas are openly mocked but silently noted,
Her hard work and sacrifices remain unquoted.
She is not allowed to raise her voice,
Sitting still and silent, she is left with no choice.
She must be perfect from head to toe,
She rejected you. How dare she?! Label her a hoe!
‘Equal’ in “Equality” and ‘Free’ in “Freedom”,
It’s no rocket science to understand these two words unless you are dumb!!
Let her take a stand,
And if she is struggling lend her a helping hand!
She also has a life and will not always be available,
So instead of making her feel guilty, make her comfortable.
Homemaking together with job undertaking, she can be a multitasker,
Trust her, care for her ask her!
Ability and Success does not come with a particular gender,
If you want to shine you will have to be a worthy contender.
You cannot undermine her just because you are strong,
Men＞Women or Women＜Men, both the equations are wrong.
#review
#aj
#poetry
The Night.
The night is longer,
Longer than a distance,
From here to there,
Where you are!.
I can't sleep,
I can't sleep,
I'm stuck watching the picture of you,
The moon laughs at me for the whole night,
The stars stare at me whether i am right,
Can i be right?,
For all those days,
That you're out of my sight?.
Can i?.
No!, you don't have to worry,
It's my mistake, and hereby SORRY!.
#poetry
#review
#sbm
The night is longer,
Longer than a distance,
From here to there,
Where you are!.
I can't sleep,
I can't sleep,
I'm stuck watching the picture of you,
The moon laughs at me for the whole night,
The stars stare at me whether i am right,
Can i be right?,
For all those days,
That you're out of my sight?.
Can i?.
No!, you don't have to worry,
It's my mistake, and hereby SORRY!.
#poetry
#review
#sbm
Forwarded from Nosii
Intuition
My intuition stands between me and making Bad Choices,
it reminds me of roads I'm not supposed to cross,
it reminds me of stairs I'm not supposed to climb,
yet in my independence I forget myself and I choose to listen to The bickering voice in my mind telling me to do what I'm not supposed to do.
I listen to the stairs that tell me to keep walking to the wrong decision I listen to the road that tells me to keep taking the wrong path while intuition as soft as its voice can be it is still a part of me that needs to scream louder.
#review
#Nosii
My intuition stands between me and making Bad Choices,
it reminds me of roads I'm not supposed to cross,
it reminds me of stairs I'm not supposed to climb,
yet in my independence I forget myself and I choose to listen to The bickering voice in my mind telling me to do what I'm not supposed to do.
I listen to the stairs that tell me to keep walking to the wrong decision I listen to the road that tells me to keep taking the wrong path while intuition as soft as its voice can be it is still a part of me that needs to scream louder.
#review
#Nosii
Forwarded from 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙕𝘼𝙉 💸
Today, it's okay to feel lonely. Maybe things had been tough, maybe they fell out of love and you just felt out of place. And that's ok. Today, cry as much as you can. Breathe as much as you need. And you don't have to fake a smile. No, not today.
Today, it's okay to feel rejected. I know you badly want that job, you badly need that business. But it's okay if things didn't happen the way you wanted to, you can always try again. But no, not today.
Today, it’s okay to feel demotivated, defeated, and exhausted. Maybe efforts were exerted but were not appreciated. Maybe you feel like you were not valuable, things like that happen. And even though it wes difficult, you'll be okay, You'll still thrive. But you don't have to force yourself to perform. No, not today.
You know what you're gonna do today?
Today, you are going to stop.
You are going to breathe,
You are going to rest,
You are going to trust that things are gonna work themselves out, in its own time, and in your own pace.
Today, you ere not going to rush yourself to feel ok. You are not going to rush yourself to be filled again. Today, it's okay to be empty, Todey is not the day you will try your hardest to fix all that is broken. Today you will come as you are.
And then maybe ten, twenty or two hundred days from today, when you smile, you will mean it. When you speak, it will bring life. When you work, it will be an inspiration.
Maybe ten, twenty, or two hundred days trom today, you are going to be ok and it's going to be real.
I'm rooting for you😌.
~mdfnqi
#review
#itsOkay
#Faizan
#mdfnqi
Today, it's okay to feel rejected. I know you badly want that job, you badly need that business. But it's okay if things didn't happen the way you wanted to, you can always try again. But no, not today.
Today, it’s okay to feel demotivated, defeated, and exhausted. Maybe efforts were exerted but were not appreciated. Maybe you feel like you were not valuable, things like that happen. And even though it wes difficult, you'll be okay, You'll still thrive. But you don't have to force yourself to perform. No, not today.
You know what you're gonna do today?
Today, you are going to stop.
You are going to breathe,
You are going to rest,
You are going to trust that things are gonna work themselves out, in its own time, and in your own pace.
Today, you ere not going to rush yourself to feel ok. You are not going to rush yourself to be filled again. Today, it's okay to be empty, Todey is not the day you will try your hardest to fix all that is broken. Today you will come as you are.
And then maybe ten, twenty or two hundred days from today, when you smile, you will mean it. When you speak, it will bring life. When you work, it will be an inspiration.
Maybe ten, twenty, or two hundred days trom today, you are going to be ok and it's going to be real.
I'm rooting for you😌.
~mdfnqi
#review
#itsOkay
#Faizan
#mdfnqi
Forwarded from Meer Talaash
"I am absolutely tired. This world is cruel beyond compare. I have been searching for the cure to my ills and pains since I was conferred to this world. I am disappointed for my all searches ended in smoke", protested I. Murshid paused and answered,"Which world have you been searching? You have surely barked up the wrong tree. There is a world inside you where the relief to your sufferings exists". The answer ripped my argument apart.
#review
#review
Forwarded from NK🃏
Withering soul
Little by little she dies everyday
Demons everywhere she's losing her sight
Pain has reached her bones
Breathing freely is a luxury now
she resists but she knows she is a withering soul
she is screaming but can anyone hear her?
The world's gone deaf
All eyes are shut, no one sees what's right in front of them
She is not the only one
She won't be the last one
Time is a flat circle, Nietzsche said
Once upon a time humans came into this world, cursed to repeat their doings time and time and time again
Fading souls don't await the eternal rest
There is no rest, there is no end to their agony
Trapped they are, born prisoners
Freedom was never a dream only an illusion
#review
#modern #poetry
Little by little she dies everyday
Demons everywhere she's losing her sight
Pain has reached her bones
Breathing freely is a luxury now
she resists but she knows she is a withering soul
she is screaming but can anyone hear her?
The world's gone deaf
All eyes are shut, no one sees what's right in front of them
She is not the only one
She won't be the last one
Time is a flat circle, Nietzsche said
Once upon a time humans came into this world, cursed to repeat their doings time and time and time again
Fading souls don't await the eternal rest
There is no rest, there is no end to their agony
Trapped they are, born prisoners
Freedom was never a dream only an illusion
#review
#modern #poetry
Our speech is not understood
By those who rule.
Like creatures in a zoo
But here, predators can roam
We keep yelling for help
Yet raised grounds continue to grow
Some killed by thirst, hunger and
Some by the humanoid beasts.
Are we still humans to them
Or is it our fantasy?
Or is it our screams that isn't enough
To gain their attention.
#review
#poem
#AhmadMusa
By those who rule.
Like creatures in a zoo
But here, predators can roam
We keep yelling for help
Yet raised grounds continue to grow
Some killed by thirst, hunger and
Some by the humanoid beasts.
Are we still humans to them
Or is it our fantasy?
Or is it our screams that isn't enough
To gain their attention.
#review
#poem
#AhmadMusa
Armed Forces
They are our brothers and sisters
Who gave up their freedom
So that ours can grow
They are our fathers and mothers
Who left their homes
So that families can live
They are our friends, our fellow humans
Who sacrificed their souls
To wall and limit the blasts
Which could have consumed us all.
They witness the souls of their comrades
Dimming, until only a corpse is left
They see the bodies of their companions
Shattering, until no bone to entomb
Yet except for the bright uniform hanging
Behind them, their melting front
Remains hidden from us
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
They are our brothers and sisters
Who gave up their freedom
So that ours can grow
They are our fathers and mothers
Who left their homes
So that families can live
They are our friends, our fellow humans
Who sacrificed their souls
To wall and limit the blasts
Which could have consumed us all.
They witness the souls of their comrades
Dimming, until only a corpse is left
They see the bodies of their companions
Shattering, until no bone to entomb
Yet except for the bright uniform hanging
Behind them, their melting front
Remains hidden from us
#poem #review #AhmadMusa
Come to success!
Come to success!
The call has been made
It's time to join the row
And grow the line of hearts
That falls and rises together
In hope of achieving success
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Come to success!
The call has been made
It's time to join the row
And grow the line of hearts
That falls and rises together
In hope of achieving success
#review #poem #AhmadMusa
Me, at every moment left tormented of drowsy moonlight.
Exposes me to the scenarios unbearable to me.
Precisely the flinging knives in air, chasing me all through.
Mistaken as friendly whisperers until they pierce me red.
To my associates, it's blood oozing from my hub.
They always ignorant of there is left mere a void.
Nothing left over now to be shed, as my blood and tears
Have enhanced themselves to my illegally throbbing heart.
Yes an illegal throbbing as we are often told.
No one has the whole day left for an emotional bloodbath.
The bloodbath that can certainly wash down our spangle.
And lay it down for people to get it trampled under their feet.
No, not that spangle to what i sometimes call an illusion.
As you contend the crowd at the cost of your peace.
By what doesn't belong to you but seems to be belonging
So, it seems baseless sobbing over our own dead souls.
As they become invisible, admirers mourning their carton.
What is actually a signal of one's availability and eventually immortality.
Wait! Does immortality turn them engaged with our own trade?
Maybe, that's why they are deaf towards our lament.
Yes, we are left wailing for what is even unknown to us!
We often ignorant of the dead arranging things for us.
Hahah! Things arranged for us in turn arranged by us.
On the demand of nobody but merely to proceed with the flow.
They flow, eventually leading us to a glossy dayspring.
There everything being pretty visible to the perceptive and conscious.
Now the whisperers can no more deceive me, but Alas!
My wounds getting unveiled of darkness out to the world.
The world of 7 billion or more, crowds chuckling at me!
Their clear white enamels visible, inside a dark red clot.
Not always but sometimes i am fully distressed with my being.
As i am deceived of heaven leaving inside my veins a hefty mass.
Of the suffering what aren't mine but surely of my being.
Sufferings gradually sublimated, turning the air painful manifolds.
Please! Let me rest peacefully, shutting my valves tight.
Storing away the scent of sufferings in my blood all night.
It is just scandalous for the modish to be a stock of misery.
The era of robots ought to pull us out from cambrian infancy.
Haider Ali Mir...
#poem #review.
Exposes me to the scenarios unbearable to me.
Precisely the flinging knives in air, chasing me all through.
Mistaken as friendly whisperers until they pierce me red.
To my associates, it's blood oozing from my hub.
They always ignorant of there is left mere a void.
Nothing left over now to be shed, as my blood and tears
Have enhanced themselves to my illegally throbbing heart.
Yes an illegal throbbing as we are often told.
No one has the whole day left for an emotional bloodbath.
The bloodbath that can certainly wash down our spangle.
And lay it down for people to get it trampled under their feet.
No, not that spangle to what i sometimes call an illusion.
As you contend the crowd at the cost of your peace.
By what doesn't belong to you but seems to be belonging
So, it seems baseless sobbing over our own dead souls.
As they become invisible, admirers mourning their carton.
What is actually a signal of one's availability and eventually immortality.
Wait! Does immortality turn them engaged with our own trade?
Maybe, that's why they are deaf towards our lament.
Yes, we are left wailing for what is even unknown to us!
We often ignorant of the dead arranging things for us.
Hahah! Things arranged for us in turn arranged by us.
On the demand of nobody but merely to proceed with the flow.
They flow, eventually leading us to a glossy dayspring.
There everything being pretty visible to the perceptive and conscious.
Now the whisperers can no more deceive me, but Alas!
My wounds getting unveiled of darkness out to the world.
The world of 7 billion or more, crowds chuckling at me!
Their clear white enamels visible, inside a dark red clot.
Not always but sometimes i am fully distressed with my being.
As i am deceived of heaven leaving inside my veins a hefty mass.
Of the suffering what aren't mine but surely of my being.
Sufferings gradually sublimated, turning the air painful manifolds.
Please! Let me rest peacefully, shutting my valves tight.
Storing away the scent of sufferings in my blood all night.
It is just scandalous for the modish to be a stock of misery.
The era of robots ought to pull us out from cambrian infancy.
Haider Ali Mir...
#poem #review.
Vitality
We all plot it flawlessly
It's like a precise art we yearn about!
The alley will be ample of thorns,
Few abandon before striving
Few attain till another end
Few get relinquished in the twilight
Few eternally strive to discover the limelight
Giving up faith in existence,
Never striving to stride ahead
Darkness will always be around you.
Let's discover sunshine in spirit
Let's accept the hard existences of vitality
Without battle, it will be an imperfect masterpiece!
#review #poetry #ae
We all plot it flawlessly
It's like a precise art we yearn about!
The alley will be ample of thorns,
Few abandon before striving
Few attain till another end
Few get relinquished in the twilight
Few eternally strive to discover the limelight
Giving up faith in existence,
Never striving to stride ahead
Darkness will always be around you.
Let's discover sunshine in spirit
Let's accept the hard existences of vitality
Without battle, it will be an imperfect masterpiece!
#review #poetry #ae
Self reminder
Learn to love yourself , it's your life live the way you want light every bit of it like a dynamite . Don't think about the people of this world ,
Make mistakes, take risk to grow , your growth is important for yourself , Bloom in your own pace, in your own space away from rat race with your own grace.
#review #thoughts
Learn to love yourself , it's your life live the way you want light every bit of it like a dynamite . Don't think about the people of this world ,
Make mistakes, take risk to grow , your growth is important for yourself , Bloom in your own pace, in your own space away from rat race with your own grace.
#review #thoughts
She's a mother, a daughter,
She's brave, courageous,
Is She's feeble ? Helpless ?
No! It's you, your frame of mind,
Still let's her freedom to rescind!
She's not disabled,
Just the scenario made her existence confined,
Even in the century of 21st,
She's still defenseless over the set of your mind!
She never got the freedom, which a boy gets at his age,
So could you please let me know,
How She's guilty at every stage ?
Either She's LAXMI to NIRBHAYA and PRIYANAKA in 2019,
Nothing has changed,
Every single day, every single minute, nd in every single second,
She's molested, burnt and raped!
This act is plaintive enough,
We can't even think of,
Only a question I wanted to ask,
When she'll get rid of!
💯
-Gurpreet Bhatia
#guri #poetry #review #write
She's brave, courageous,
Is She's feeble ? Helpless ?
No! It's you, your frame of mind,
Still let's her freedom to rescind!
She's not disabled,
Just the scenario made her existence confined,
Even in the century of 21st,
She's still defenseless over the set of your mind!
She never got the freedom, which a boy gets at his age,
So could you please let me know,
How She's guilty at every stage ?
Either She's LAXMI to NIRBHAYA and PRIYANAKA in 2019,
Nothing has changed,
Every single day, every single minute, nd in every single second,
She's molested, burnt and raped!
This act is plaintive enough,
We can't even think of,
Only a question I wanted to ask,
When she'll get rid of!
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-Gurpreet Bhatia
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