pravinaa kannan   (p)
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Joined 7 December 2019


Joined 7 December 2019
22 JAN 2022 AT 23:04

I celebrate this day in a society where,
she was killed before her life begun
For she was not a son.

I celebrate this day in a society where,
She is judged for painted lips and revealed hips.

I celebrate this day in a society where,
Her dreams are never paid heed
For all she was taught is to serve and feed.

I celebrate this day in a society where,
She is expected to show progress
Despite being paid less.

I celebrate this day in a society where,
Men strike AGAINST laws,
That condemn marital rape.

With furious heart and burning desire
WE GIRLS celebrate this day

NATIONAL GIRL CHILD DAY!

~Pravinaa.K.K


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20 JAN 2022 AT 19:50

Even the flowers grow faint,
When she smiles.

My poor dreary heart!

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18 JAN 2022 AT 3:26

Ruin me with your love,
My dear
As iam ready for any disaster
That has you and me

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18 JAN 2022 AT 1:59

Believe me
I hate her, I really do,
But her eyes
Those DAMN EYES

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9 SEP 2021 AT 11:30

சிறுப்பபடகாய் நான்.
தனிமையின் கடலில்,
துறும்பென‌ நான்.
பேனா மையின் வாடையோ தென்றலாய் வீச,
காப்பியின்‌ வெப்பம்
அனலென தாக்க,
புத்தகங்களின்‌ பக்கங்கள்
பறவைப் போல் பறக்க,

என்‌ சிறு உலகில் மிதக்கின்றேன்.
இரவும் பகலும் தெரியவில்லை,
கரை‌‌ சேரவோ ஏனோ‌ மனம் ‌இல்லை!




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3 SEP 2021 AT 18:34

Is transperancy,
For hidden feelings are
Like building clouds,
Fine and beautiful until
The unbearable fall!

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3 SEP 2021 AT 15:52

Is transperancy,
For hidden feelings are
Like building clouds,
Fine and beautiful until
The unbearable fall!

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6 AUG 2021 AT 14:06

Behind the dark chamber she waits,
Not for a bright light to crawl in
and save her.
But to become the fire herself,
Bright and furious!

Burning the darkness like a badass!

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27 MAY 2021 AT 7:16

Yeah it's ok

Take time to heal,
But do not waste time on it.

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12 MAY 2021 AT 21:32

Blank pages with spilled ink,
Hushed garden with no kink,
With broken glass and
Cold feet grass,
She stands there quiet and still,
Like a lost puppy in an abandoned isle.
With no breeze or air,
Just like her empty glare.

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