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The Women

She is the wick of the candle,
She melts as she spreads light.
She burns in silence standing very high,
In even strong wind she's so bright.

She's a humble and beautiful mother,
She's strong and supportive sister.
She's so mischievous but she's your friend
She's fragile though a phenomenal teacher

She's so good in hiding her scars,
And also, she's resilient every time she's hurt.

She only wants to achieve her dreams,
But, she's often busy in sacrificing.
She's carved for the world's empathy,
But, world's busy in agonising.

She always stood beside you,
She did whatever she could,
But, when she's helpless and weak
Nobody came for her good

She stood alone to fight.
As the wick of the candle
She melt as she spread light.
She fought for her freedom,
And glowed brighter than bright.

Epilogue: Hello everyone, if you like this poem above. If it did something inside your consensus then just don't let it fade away. Our world now really need to understand our women and perceive them by stepping into their shoes. There are still some women who are helpless with their husbands, with their parents, with the society though there are many amendments regarding women.
Nevertheless all this there should be a true energy which admires and respects them. Such unique energy creates a power which will truly support them and hold them high. And mainly stands for them and raises a voice for them.


Comments

  1. UnknownSeptember 11, 2018 at 8:41 AM

    It’s a beautiful drop of lines!!

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  2. Positive vibesSeptember 13, 2018 at 10:25 AM

    By your poem you tell importance of woman's and give respect it is very admirable thing.

    ReplyDelete

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