When I'm born,I'm jeered at.When I'm a child,I'm made to believe that my reason for existence is somebody else.While I'm growing up,I'm discouraged to question.My brain and heart are numbed.I cannot die too,since it will bring infamity to my family.People would say,"At this age,what could have forced her to terminate herself ? She failed to materialize her fantasy.Such bad morals." I fast for the well-being of my father and brothers.When I outgrow my frocks,I'm let off to another household.There, I work for others, without pay.I have children but they treat me like a door-mat.Here too,I fast for my husband's and childrens' long,peaceful life.When the man of the house,who happens to be my "husband" dies,I shed a part of my soul.I have no right to live then,I just breathe and sit in a corner.Rest of my life is spent in praying-for death.They say, "Woman needs a man.In childhood,its father.In youth,its husband and in old age,i...
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and thanks for being the same! didi, never ever change. you are the best :)
Have a nice weekend.
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Love,
Nikhil
take care and keep writing..........
urs..hemu..
such is the journey of life...
well written...
take care mate... cheers...
Love the attitude of the piece!
Was it ? I intended it to be humourous.
*smiles* Though its more of a fictional post, yeah, I (certainly) feel he was (un)lucky :P
Thanks!!!!!
thanks girl!!lotsa love :)
thanks!!!
Baakiyon ka toh pata nahin..but I'm not "grieving" :D
Nice to see you here when its a poem :P
thanks a lot !
thanks for coming here...
thanks!!!!
:)
yes...
thanks!!! i loved the fact that you loved it...
thanks!!!!
Maybe that's why they say,time heals all.
thanks again !! ur comments mean a lot to me.
:)
There is a poem by Robert Frost too titled "The Road Not Taken".