Na jaane khuda kyu beetiyan banate hai..
Jab kho he jana hai khud ko bhula kar..
To fir kyu is sansaar me late h...
Ghar se lekar samaj tk hame bs baalidaan ka path padhate h...
Na jane kyu hamesha he bas ichaae marna sikhaate h...
Kaha jata h ki kanya devi kaa roop hoti h...
Par usi devi ko kuch log raund kr chale jate h..
Na jaane khuda kyu beetiyan banate h...
Koi to is duniya me ane se pehle he mar di jati h...
Koi bas a kr bhi pal pal jeene se katrati h...
Har pal seehmi dari si reh jaati h...
Sikhaya bs unhe jaata h har pal sehna aur chup rehna..
Par naa sikhaya gya kabhi haqq k liye ladna...
Jo log samjhte h unhe besahaae aur bechaari..
Ve ye nahi jante h ki naari shakti wo shaakti h jo ki pad sakti h sab par bhaari..
-Rashmi Chourasia
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A/N: Hello friends..This is one of my self written poem on women empowerment and girl child. Its all about how a girl, a woman is treated badly in some regions.They are killed before birth .They are harassed . Society has many rules and regulations for them but not for men. They are considered as weak , useless , people always gives preference to a male child than female. By this poetry i just want to represent the feelings of a women that how she feels in this male dominating society.
I hope you guys will read it and support me through your votes and comment. I hope this trend of male dominance in our society will change and both the girl and a boy child will be treated equally.
Thank you for your love and support..
Love you all..
Keep reading..
Keep writing.. ;)
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DARD...The Pain Of My Heart.
PoésieThis book is a collection of my poetry. Poems that are not just few words with rhyming.. but they are feelings engraved in pain and emotions. They are not just words but my life.
