When she is unborn.....
If a girl in womb
Welcome her in a tomb
When she is a child.......
Let her be a doll - dresser
Science doesn't belong to soft creature
As a daughter.....
A room without window in her share
Brother has monopoly on fragrant air
When she is in love....
My big beauty , I too enough handsome
Corals lovingly ready to swim in deep ocean
When she is in wedding gown.....
Mersupials, exiled from Autrallia
As a gift she accepts native nostalgia
Only Heaven know her pain
Why God gifted her only rain
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
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Some places inequality is more evident than in others. A poem of inequality. Sad.
You are right.....
A sad and touching write of the ongoing inequality in the world, nicely expressed and written
Thanks a lot.
You are very welcome
Priya, this poem is stark and sorrowful, as it should be. Each stage of life unfolds like a quiet indictment...soft in tone, sharp in truth. You’ve captured the silencing of women with haunting metaphors (“a room without window,” “native nostalgia”), and the final line is both devastating and reflective. This one has impact, my friend. Great job. A fave. 🌹👏
Thanks a lot,
You are so kind .
You are most welcome.
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