A WOMAN _A QUESTION MARK
A WOMAN -- A QUESTION MARK
Gentle touch of wind caresses her
And she sighs softly
Looks at the sky
Lying in the pool of her blood
Tears roll down her eyes
" Is she dead? "someone asked
" Am I dead ? "
Yes , way back in time she died
A mother slayed in the sex starved world
A young girl of six and sixty
And a woman of eighty
All sexually butchered by men
By many other men
Tears roll down her eyes...
Is it curse to be a woman....
In the wide wide wild world
She closes her eyes.....
The wind touches her bruised body softly
Peace embraces her finally
Woman is not only a vagina for sex
Woman is the mother
God created woman
As the cradle of humanity of the world
But in today's times
A woman becomes a question mark
In the wide wide wild world
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Heart wrenching poem.
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