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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take care and keep writing..........
But one day,you will get much better than wat u dreamed..
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Good writing:)
A phase....or maybe a way of life.
Hope so....
Needs thinking....maybe yes....
Yeah,happy poems will be written on 9th of Feb,2011 ;)
Liked your reply. Somehow made me like this post :)
Amen !
Hmmmm.....
Thanks !
Glad to see you here. Long time :) And yes, sometimes we have to be up and going,no matter how broken we are...As they say "The show must go on..."
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