Continued...
Drops of blood
oozed by
The blood of
misfortune
But never accept
But for fortune
The pain in your
eyes
Talks of many things
The silence speaks
louder
Misty fog
You fight for our
men
Your kindness is
our life
There lay your
brother
And there lay his
chest wide
Which was stripped
by the bullet shots
Misfortune to lose
your fellow
But I pray for your
fortune
One of the heroes
of my land
Saving thousands of
my country men
I salute you, dear
soldier.
Some women are
meandering roads
Bustling Women in
Road
Sat in the road
corner
Unaware that the
world has advanced.
Beyond the life of
four cornered kitchen
They did not know
that books are something
That can illuminate
their lives.
Today we sit in a
cubicle
With a
sophisticated work in an MNC
To see
The see women of
capability
Numerous wasting
away life is a pain
We are blessed
But the women lead
a life obsessed
With pain and
nothing but pain
All roads are not
straight
All roads meander
So what if the
roads are not straight easy to cross
These women are the
meandering roads
That have potholes
and bumps
Like their life
Helping them find
the way
Is the best thing we
can do little?
Help them explore
the world that is small in their eyes.
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