Poet : Jotsna Jari
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At the time of birth… Daughter,
you are made of clay & compassion
Surrounded by the duties
of a very hot & cold world…
you came to be
a prisoner…
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Dear daughter,
the crooked eyes of civilization
have smeared ink on you
Those who think of you
as a commodity to satisfy
their desires
You will destroy
their dirty dreams & pursuits…
.
Yes Daughter, know this
because you will bear a child in womb
you will burst out with joy and
straighten all crooked smiles.
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As much as you caress
with soft pink lips
You will protest loudly
at the disrespect…
Blow up…
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Mix the volcanic glow
with affection & compassion
Then let the injustice
burn out…
💛
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