This Poem is a thought out of the current crisis in Afganistan and Emphasizing the Women’s democratic rights being faded away. Of course there are many women in every Country almost, who are struggling just wearing a mask of faded smile and living in silence as their voices been muted by discriminated laws with forced cultures and weird customs by the society, families or dominant men for many reasons.These are my own feelings and opinions based on the observations or experiences and not to hurt or disrespect any of the basic and common culture of being a man, woman or religion/religious. Thank you for reading. Your Beautiful thoughts would be my cherished memories and learnings.
I had a positive post ready to publish about women tittle “story of a woman” and it starts as woman’s story is constantly changing and so on… now I am stuck with these crisis and thinking how to add or end that story watching women struggling somewhere in the world and where’s the woman’s story is changing??? And which way it’s going…
Dear God!
Million thoughts in mind Swirling like a speed wind With this unknown life's end One question if dont Mind If you are looking around
Why is a girl put on earth? To be a productive machine? Once grown as a lovely woman To be a slave for someone?? Is she a property to be own?
Dear God!
Are you looking around?? Can you hear her cry?? Can you listen her prayer? Million questions in mind With muted voice of silence Collide by the cruel aronist Isn't she a power of your creation? Gifted life of she
Crashing down to earth Forgetting to breath With oceanic tears in eyes Broken heart of feelings In lose of lucid powers Being pushed into an abyss
Dear God!
By your gracious blessings Let her will, be your power And Taliban's greatest fear Heal her soul with justice Her each breath has a faith Her beautiful heart beneath That you save her with care
Fresh air Lovely nature Loving mother No pollution Less population Pure affection Childhood memories Plenty of pleasures Recap of dreams Rare friends together When I visit my native No thoughts are negative Country is conservative And purely preservative Beautiful mountains attract Lovely birds sing to welcome With sweet & pleasant lyrics I visit my beautiful Country To find the true treasury Which is love affection and kindness (Parent's purely) No money can buy, no price can be tagged at any cost My Country is out of misery Rooted as a strong tree With many branched villages
The village between small mountains and greenfields The place of my birth The place of my peace From my childhood to Until my life's end
I am Proud of the Country I born the place I have been planted blooming like a soft flower with simple living and strong self instincts.
Words and actions speak louder than voice isn’t it?? Did I show my indirect attitude in the above 6 words story?? May be 😉 but definitely not to address any of you my sweetest friends, just a 6 words story that beeped up my mind. Thanks for reading 😇
Change is an action Choice of direction Life's turning often Never is a perfection Nor even a conclusion Can be God's salvation
Change your attitude Not attractive attire Show your gratitude For moments of proud Testify yourself to GOD Positively move forward
This poem is to show my token of appreciation and admiration to the cute little writer whom I met here. She started writing at the age of 10 by sharing her Amazing storieson WordPress. Please have a visit with your blessings to the Little one.
Hi Little one!
You own my heart Being cute & smart With super talent You are the best In fact I ever met
Your cuteness loads With tiny writing gift Your pretty pictures With perfect postures And lovely gestures
As you flush out to write Through your cute thought Words snuggle within you Admiring your little heart Painting your pure smile Creating beautiful moment
You are a tiny butterfly Making my Garden beautiful Wishing it to be flowerful With your colorful comments And cute sweet expressions
I love you little one I admire your talent I cherish your thoughts I wish you to be blessed With the bliss of purity Good health and happiness
With Loves & Blessings!
By: Suma Reddy To: Imrana
I Impressive M Mystic R Rare A Amazing N Nice A Awesome
Close your eyes and feel Open your heart and see Your thoughts of vast Sea Created by so called she Know that she can oversee Your rivers of feelings From her heart of hilltop
You left her to be rust Showing as a love draft You are her treasurehunt Never dreamt love crest
Two names of you & she Knitted as beautiful craft Painted on her lovely heart With your image of so smart Remind you to never forget Her Love is not to be lost
She's loving to love you In sweet pain of feelings Putting them on WordPress The best place to express Releasing her every stress
You have no right to erase them, nor dare to tare them These are her pure feelings And signs of her own vibes Strongly built gut instincts 'Coz she's pure true forever & never folded lovely chapter
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