Why the world is
arguing about her
head scarf
than about her
head, strong ?

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A stormy day,
your dancing scarf.
My beating heart,
paused in photograph.

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A small try...
My lips part to talk about a women...
But nothing comes out...
So, I'll write what's all about...

She took a blue silk scarf edged with a lace,
and tied it all over her face...
Frighten was still on her delicate pale face,
which was looking for someone to embrace...

Covering the scars,
Which looked like a map of stars...
were the proof of wars,
that took place between her and the world...

Gathering all the pain within the heart,
That was never apart...
And Which she cannot dart,
though she always wanted to depart...

She admit, she looks happy...
But zoom in close,
She's really crying...
And her problems just kept multiplying...

She want to fly high, but not in the cage...
She want to create her own stage,
by turning the page...
But, she's unaware that you're a soul full of rage...

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//A Distant Memory

How exciting
it is to not know exactly.
how tragic
at the same time

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Rabb ji kujh ehda karo ki, kudiyan scarf paave naa
Apna sohna chann jeha mukhda, os kapde ch lukaave naa
Je chhupana hunda tan, fer eh nu sajoundi kyun
Sirf nain vakhaa ke dil vich, vanjhli mere vajoundi kyun
Kade kade tan nainaa'n te vi, kaala chashma paa laindi
Gall vi sun'di nahi kannaan ch, ear phone lagaa laindi
Manno tussi ardaas meri, oh sannu inj tadpaave naa
Rabb ji kujh ehda karo ki, kudiyan scarf paave naa
Apna sohna chann jeha mukhda, os kapde ch lukaave naa...

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Hiding her bruises with the layers of heavy makeup....
Covering her cyanosed neck with a scarf...
Filling a dozen of bangles on a scratched and swollen wrist........

This is how a lady leads her life as a wife.


Domestic violence "a life worse than a hell"

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p•h•o•t•o•g•r•a•p•h

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Ode to My Scarf.

It is always around my neck,
Even though some find it heck,
It is like a glory to my neck,
It's soft and blue with white stars.

It doesn't mind what I wear,
Be it a shirt, t-shirt, or kurti,
It becomes trend when I wear.

It is always there like a protector,
From the burning sun,
And from freezing cold.

I don't need a kerchief,
When I have my scarf.

I feel empty without my scarf,
It is always a pleasure,
To have it around my neck.

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The heaven, turned pink,
And the scarf in my hand,
Blushed like a bride.
As if fireworks in the sky,
Embodied my heart.
A tune spread in the air,
Like the season of haze,
All it took was one little gaze.

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in her black & white world
there was no grey shade
except a red scarf
she saved for his return

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