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She encourages life She is Life Then... 'Y' black for Woman?
She is colorful She is rainbow Then... 'Y' black for Woman?
She is love She is divine Then... 'Y' black for Woman?
She is happiness She is comfort Then... 'Y' black for Woman?
Appealing for the 'Freedom Of Woman to LIVE till She dies....'
Sailing on the boundless ocean of life, a compelling question emerges: * WHY, in this diverse spectrum of existence, is the designation 'black' used to describe the woman?
A woman is not merely a monochrome entity; she embodies the entire spectrum of colors. She is the embodiment of life, a living rainbow that adds hues of vibrancy to the canvas of existence. Yet, the 'Y' of the question persists – Why does darkness shroud womanhood? Why do tears often accompany the journey of a woman?
She is not confined to a singular shade; she is a symphony of emotions, a reflection of the multifaceted beauty that graces the world. So, why 'black' for woman?
The poem echo a plea for freedom, a call for the unbridled liberty of women to live their lives to the fullest until their last breath.
The poem resonates with a desire to break free from societal constraints, allowing women the autonomy to script their narratives and color their destinies in the shades they choose.
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(This article was first published on my medium@pikugyun and the poem was first published in my book- Chirping beads: Festoon Of Poems on Wattpad)
