She was born to continue the race
With a kind and generous face
Her silence and patience cannot be caught
The beauty of her heart can never be bought
Such a determined one she is
And a one who can't even be harmed by a snake's piss
The love and care she took was valuable and beautiful than a kiss
Which no on can miss
She can be your mother, your friend or your sibling
Or a granny who cherishes you with stories beautiful than Kipling
Or your companion who loves you dearly
And grants joys daily
Her face speaks of beauty
Her mind speaks of her duty
Her heart speaks of her hard work
her body speaks of her spirit and team work
But this angel is being thrown to darkness
And regularly loses her peace and happiness
She is continuously losing her enchanting scale
Behind of which lies a horrifying tale
She is trapped in a bloody chain
Her screams are all in vain
She is jailed by a cruel social animal
Who is louder and dangerous than the roller coaster in a carnival
He tortures, beats, whips and laughs as she fell
And makes her life crueler than hell
Who would fetch her from his chaosy clutches?
And provide her the position of a duchess?
The world has abandoned her
Is god her only saviour
Lets vow to grab her fro all these torture
And give her a beautiful life as you give to your daughter

Topic(s) of this poem: women

Comments about She..... by BALAMBAL SURYANARAYANAN

  • Kelly Kurt (8/30/2015 9:56:00 AM)

    A nicely penned piece, Balambal (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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