Deep into her eyes
You see galaxies
Waiting to be discovered
She belongs to the universe
As much as the stars do
She needs to grow too
As every plant does
Grow into a tree
To become the shade
To talk to the wind
But there are always hands
Itching to pluck her
Sneaking up to uproot her
There are always eyes
Prying into her
Through tinted glasses
Perceiving half of what she is
Still her laughter tinkles
Through dense air
Her chirpy voice sings
Like the caged bird
That never stops dreaming
Of the sky.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
Very positive to all the feminine gender, she will not be the possession of one to put in his cage for she belongs to the whole of life, as she dreams she will make them come true, yes they see the half of her beauty but they cannot conceive the other half, great write!
To become the shade To talk to the wind But there are always hands Itching to pluck her.......... the path of women... as a caged bird..........and the struggles of Womanhood..... sooo nice a poem dear poetess. tony
a superb and brilliant composition, thanks for sharing a nice poem.
Hi Nosheen, Wonderful, positive poem, addressing a most contemporary and vital issue. A girl child has equal rights to grow up unhindered. Into a woman who can become a wonderful poet like Nosheen, appreciated by one and all or who may govern nations and decide the fate/improve the life of millions like Indira, Benazir et al. (Contd..)
Excellent poem...I like the way you have depicted the subject. Top marks.
Every girl deserves so much freedom and respect. This poem reaches deep into the heart of the reader and wishes the galaxies in her eyes to blossom into the most wonderful flowers on a huge tree.
A woman is belong to the universe and she has dreams. From childhood she needs to grow like a plant to a tree but there are always hands itching to pluck her. She has much capacities to perform something good for the society but society can't realize her personality. A beautiful metaphorical poem on womanhood has been presented startlingly.
A woman is often manacled by custom and tradition! Despite her share in engendering generations after generations, her role is slighted by the society and her femininity is often cruelly exploited. She has wings, but cannot fly. In time she will definitely come to realize her own strength and aim for the vast skies.....! A beautiful write!
Deep into her eyes! ! With the rays of true love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem.. Nice flow, thiugh like caged she never stops dreadrea