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WOMEN WHO ARE DIFFICULT TO WRITE ABOUT

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God grant me a wish to be alive for a day,
I am tired standing all day, all night like this,
I too am a woman, just in form of mannequin,
I wanna have a life to go out and see everything,
Few days later, when I had chance to be alive for a day,
God said me you can be alive for 24hours,
But oh! Remember if you feel disgusting,
You can be back at your place, I went out and saw disgrace in people's eyes,
I didn't mind and started to walk, tried crossing road with full speed vehicles coming around,
But unfortunately failed and fell on ground,few boys came laughing and started touching me,
As I still was a mannequin, my hands got separated and my clothes got torned,I cried and ran back to the shop,
Stood like a statue again,thought of this horrible world,
And now,
Felt happy as no one even touches or looks at me with disgust in eyes,
I am a woman in mannequin,who is difficult to talk about.

~ bansari.
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