I was born a woman,
Was asked to hide my face,
My eyes suppose to be set on the ground,
Household my fate!
I eschewed the battles,
The rebels I was suppose to stoke,
My brothers were far more educated,
While I learned to stay quiet.
Then I saw one unlike me,
Heretic and blatant,
Bit paler then usual,
She was doomed and died of hunger.
Here I stand before her grave,
and I see her smile,
She was a woman unwilling to accept her fate,
Its a better place where she resides!
poem is well written...smthing else is there to b concerned about
ReplyDelete@piyush:- that is?
ReplyDeletewish people start giving respect...that v totally deserve...
ReplyDelete@priyanka:- ppl won't! we need to be bold n outspoken to have our own place...
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