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she was a mother,
even stronger than your father.

she was a sister,
who went through all the pain;
and never let you go through, even a blister.
yet she is only recognized in the name of her mister.
where's her own identity?
has society ignored it and made it an unsolved mystery?

she was a teacher,
she was there for you when you also were in need of a preacher.

she was always your ally,
who supported you never less than daily.

she lit up herself for you, as a guiding lamp;
for you she went through all the pain, all the cramp.

while she was a dagger to your problems,
you needed to be a shield to her dignity.
she was also someone's wife,
and she also has a life.

she was a daughter,
who radiated nothing less than laughter;
yet, why was she the only one who was without any hesitation sent to be slaughtered?

but,

before all of the above,
she was a beautiful,divine and a gracious dove;
in this cruel world she was in dire need of a little pure love;
she'd definitely be there for you, to support you in your every move;
but only if she was let to breathe
free and smooth.

she knew how to protect herself from the beasts and animals as she was fierce and brave;
but none thought her how to deal, when humans turned into animals and became lust's slave!!

she wanted to fly high,
and as we know the heartless society smirked and sighed!
they held her back in name of security,
they held her back cause of their sick mind's mentality.
they bound her to shackles to keep her pure,
so that she could not cause anyone around her to lure.

well,
even that'd be acceptable,
if they could really keep her safe;
even the cage would seem pretty if, on her lingered no dirty gaze.
but, even after draping her in clothes from head to tail,
she was stared at and given comments that ruined her nights, and left her to do nothing but wail.
shame on the society where we live and because of such hungry beasts it fails!
because we live in a society where before humans they find themselves to be males.

even today,

she's found dead,
in a pool of blood which is filled with dread.

All along the night -

her high pitched screams,
her blood was flown in streams;
still people think of a strict and a severe punishment only as a dream!!
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a woman, what not she goes through? every bit of it, she enjoys if she treated with a little of respect, understanding and love that she deserves. isn't it? so, this is what a woman's life is all about today - the creepy stares, the endless judgements, the unwanted suggestions, the infinite comments. tell me one thing, if a guy nakes her, what's the fault is her clothes? more than that, also, if at a point we agree that a woman seduces a guy to RAPE her and KILL her then how the small babies being raped? how is the old woman facing harassment and is getting raped? how is a doctor getting raped?

i totally agree, that the woman don't do justice all time, they too make false claims; they have fun too. but never in my life can i believe that a woman asks a man or gives him the right to play with her dignity, as well as her life!! I REPEAT NEVER!! a woman is friendly, doesn't mean she's obsessed or characterless!! it just means she's one of the purest hearts. you're duty is to preserve her from the evil, not rip her heart off like the evil!
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- heyy all! I'm Taniya. and this is a poem i really wanted to post from a long time!! and thanks for the love on "UNCONFESSIONS" it means so much to me, and i hope you guys like the poem just like the play, 🕊♥️ and thanks for all the overwhelming response and love. so this is just from woman!! also, I've got poems like this; also give your reviews and tell me if you wanna have more like this?! 🐼💛 and stay safe all, sanitize yourself, keep your hands away from your face - eyes, nose and mouth; take all the precautions and please don't move out. This hard time will also pass and we'll live as normal again! ♥️🕊 so please take care. Love y'all!! Hoping a good response. loads of love, xoxo.

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