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I DNT KNOW

Poetry By: nehu
Young adult



Its about women.
She is the creator but in this world she is treated like a destructor


Submitted:Dec 10, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I Dnt Know

I have faint memory of the day,when I was of eight

travelling from school ,to back home

that day i saw a lady on the road

the shopkeeper,the fruitseller,the van driver and the street vendor

looking at her like a dog stares on a bone

that day from child I grew to a "girl"

I realize what matters a more

its not about "bura mat dekho"

its only about how much warmth your eyes get from import

SHE WAS NUDE

Yes, she was nude because she was a sore

I dnt know what had happened with her

but I am sure nobody came for her help

I dnt know who was more demented,that lady or those man

I dnt know why a piece of cloth wasnt brought to wrap her

I dnt know why somebody dnt thought ,that she is somebodies daughter and a vrou

that time I was of eight but still a 21 year old girl dnt know

why the things like this happ at all





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