With a broken heart and a broken soul,
Burns down to ashes, and emerges as whole.
Sparkles in the sun, gets washed in the rain,
She cries like a river, but isn’t defeated by the pain.
She might be called stubborn, selfish, a whore
She laughs it off, and it’s all washed ashore.
She swims with the tides and against it too
She is strong like a rock, delicate like the dew.
She falls down, but stands up every damn time
She knows very well, failure is not a crime.
She limps, she walks, and here she started to run.
She might lose the race, but the game she won.
Awesome stuff!
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ReplyDeleteVery well expressed!
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ReplyDeleteSo true... Loved it absolutely.
ReplyDeleteHi Shweta,
ReplyDeleteThe poem is heart touching about a women's grief. However, would love to read the other side of the women who is a an angle wife, a dedicated mother, a well managed housewife and a best friend :)
I am sure you are capable to show these sides through your lines :)
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