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Mournful Cry

by Khushboo
(Mithapur,Gujajrat,India)

I come in this world of cruel beings
With the boundless hope in my heart
To be loved and cared
Lying here bewildered
Betrayed after birth
In the darkness of night without a shelter
I crawl on the muddy floor
Messed in dirt
Searching the sight of humanity
My Mouth Dry with no feed
Empty Stomach burning like fire flames
Chilly breeze pinching
The scratches and rashes
On my immature skin
Hurting like hell
Only voice I heard was to abuse me
From the first beat of my heart
An Awful creature they called me
Not worthy of love
None to warp me in arms
No fingers I can grip
None listening to the cry of my mournful heart
I look around and the temple stands still
Witnessing my poor grief
My only blemish I am a daughter

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Mar 03, 2012
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by: isabel

Was deeply touched with your poem... The world can be biased, cruel and discriminatory based on gender. How can men treat women so unjustly when they themselves were all nurtured in the womb of their mother?
Mar 03, 2012
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by: Sneha

Interesting imagery. And very evocative indeed.

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