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From,
The only copyright owner of this art.
To,
The only comrades who pursue my spirit.
Sub : A short ideology of wh...
There she was fluttering, So much her - the butterfly, That's blowing the air wandering, With the gravity that rely.
At times, like the sphere, Which loses control and shake, Her wonderful world there, Was tainted by venomous snake.
Being molested of the purity, She choked even for sanity. Not able to realize, With her blue real eyes.
The air that puffed, Her lungs, weren't let out, The blood that got stuffed, Her chambers, had no way out.
The routines that kept her on, Started halting then on, She walked with the scars, That weren't bleeding, Squeezing pain out of stars, While her screams were clogging.
She neither tried nor quit, Just sat pondering over that shit, She felt as if her colors, Were washed and turned pale, Skimming the goods got her pallor, Recalling the puissant tale.
She couldn't get the way, All curves looked not straight, Wherever she slips the ray, Her faultless wrongs grew bright. When she was slithering, The snakes roamed lingering, Fine and full of shape, Nothing to feel poignant agape, Poisoning many others, Than just doing what really bothers.
The burning fire grew dark, And atlast burnt her everything.
Again she flew as a moth, Not faster nor too slow like a sloth, She got to open her wings, After so many seasons of springs.
She wanted the mist, Maybe the real justice, Yet, she couldn't attain.
The crowd spoke her as bad, For coming out of what made her mad, Regretting on regaining the courage, And the soul slammed in a cage, This time she felt mundane.
The snakes did it only once, Others repeated it with words at once, Still, she brushed it off so swift, Busy painting her wings her choice, Also keen on curves that shift, So that her life is hers to voice!
♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋
This poem is to all women who stood against and after being victimized. If you can't support her through her worries then you have no rights to speak when she rises again.
Be sensible and responsible. And happy womening to all women's gliding on the globe!Their pride says the power of the country.
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With love, Yaris🔆
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