Poet

I'm a woman Not a goddess, Worship me not Adore me not, Respect is all I ask. I'm a woman Not a worm, Hit me not Trample me not, Respect is all I ask. I'm a woman No lesser than a…
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The wind is wild, a bit atrocious Breathing heavy on my placid visage Struggling hard to graze my calmness With its indurated puffs and pillage. My frantic curls spin with the surge Insolently besmirch my…
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Rub salt on a little cut Dissect the black and blue The comforting spill, I've got to kill Stitch patterns running due Sore fits are strange, my head deranged Burst out loop running low Set an alarm! we'll chop off the…
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I saw three girls Not more than 10 years of age Setting up their life's regular stage In the corner of the busy street Selling healthy vegetables that we eat People buying from them and bargaining No one was bothered…
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Somewhere in a far-off land Someone might need your words. A random post from a random guy Can question your self-worth. Are we giving at least one person The meaning to live and to feel alive? Are we not ignoring that…
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If only I could see, see the world in total darkness It may seem colorless; but will have the color of total freedom. Freedom to be what you really want to be, Without the fear of observing eyes; haunting every move of yours…
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Wonder how we love little things Little things that give big glee The 'ding dong' of notifications The little dot of status updates The unending scrolls Some small red hearts and Love-filled eyes The green light…
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Was born and disowned Sometimes thrown out after a little affection An immortal societal rejection Left all on my own No support no home Forbidden from education Debarred from occupation Can’t even sell my own body…
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Living in a place, Where women are looked down upon. You gave me a space Where that woman in me saw its dawn. The wish to be Among but, out of the crowd; Developed within me And today you can be proud. Am blessed…
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When you know it’s the feel that you can’t fight. Possessions of yours are never right. You express your appreciation but Does anyone ever realise? Fatal series of your silent voice. Neither a restart nor a caring heart. Lone…
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