"Woman!, from my eyes"
When I look behind, to the journey of my life,
I recall my failure of living,
Of the bunches of common, but selfless love & care,
The love, which can neither be sketched, nor be defined,
But can be felt, from the core of heart,
If only, I could feel that love,
Which a neonate carries and reflects,
If only, I could realise that care,
Which a granny showers and endures,
If only, I could be enough capable,
To feel blessed, and live the blessings,
Of a mother, a sister, a lover!,
My spirit hangs heavy, like a wilted flower,
In the pain of, being untouched from the blessings of "womenhood".
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