it would stumble
grope and fall
before knowing
how to walk.

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Claws, paws, hands,
grope every where busily
on the new year eve
on high fashion streets.

Some go in shame with trust broken,
blamed for being brazen,immodest,
while the hands that
groped aren't handcuffed.

The moot question remains,
'When do we match our culture with our freedom?'

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She hates her beauty,
When she got groped.
She hates the humanity,
When it simply looked.
She hates her inability,
When hands got grouped
She proves her dignity,
When they got slapped.
When God fails to save her,
She saves herself.

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He might not be that Wild at 'em all.










But all His Touch, His Feel, His Kissing, His Groping, His Fondling, His Excitement, have their own Art Reflecting in them.

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,
our relationship still have a scope !

No ups & downs, straight down the slope,
with no reason, still trying to cope !





Want to pull you back, finding a rope,
in search of yours, I continue to grope !

No, is not an illusions, I am not dope,
some day his intention will be to elope !

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Contemplate the view sitting on the mat over the grassy field surrounding coverd by naturalistics elements , leaves of the trees are flowing without follow any desirable ways
slowly the silence is coming down all around everything become dark shady within a minute animals have become disoriented
everyone is knocking on the door of the house
speedy wind blows with wishtle horn creepy feelings make it more terrible and respect those who have face this horrific scene।।

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He is faceless,
Dark, shameless,
Walking anywhere,
Everywhere,
Touching,
And groping,
Here there,
Adding to my discomfiture,
He can overtake,
Cow me down and dominate,
Hit me 
And beat me,
Force himself on me,
The demon's shadow he 
Is, can brutalise me in a bus,
Causing bruises and cuts,
Can molest me in a crowd,
Can fondle me without my consent,when no one is around,
Can throw me out in the cold bare bodied,
Shivering, bleeding and naked...


©®Madhumita

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I still grope for you in this lightened world with a lamp of little eagerness.

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~~Cradles to Grave~~

The hand that cradles you becomes the grave that cradles you,
when the eyes that cradles you gropes you even without touching you.

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तुम रोज़ अपनी सख़्त हथेलियों
पे मरहम लगाते रहे।
मेरी छाती पे पड़े छालों की परवाह किसे थी ।।

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