Never feel ashamed of your scars, let people see those scars because they resemble the wars you fought to save your soul.

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To the hungry kings
bishops are baking pawns.

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Henna my hands with his blood
Let it remain etched.
Sing me songs that glorify him
Let them resonate forever.

My memory can't keep a record
Of my hundredth brother lost

To war!

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Yes, he wanted her to offer the world.
She said she had her own.
Little did he know that spilling chemicals on her face would never stop her
from ruling the queendom
she owned.
She became her own hero;
when she, could not look for the hero she deserved because heroes never rape;
Still she owned the courage to thank god for all the wrong people who taught her the right lessons of life.
When she knew she deserved better she was unstoppable; no rape or violence could stop her.
She just learnt fighting her for dreams and her wars alone.

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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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इंसान भी कितना ख़ुदग़र्ज़,
दूसरों की वस्तु अधिक रास आए,
जो नज़रे कहीं उसकी पसंद पर टिके,
युद्धओ के नाम पूरा ज़माना करवा दे।।

- पूजा गौतम

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....and at the end all I learnt was how to fight and win my wars alone.

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Aren't wars paradoxical and infinite thought process of two furious leaders without contemplation of the redemption of humanity that probably knows nothing about the hatred and terror rooted in the heart until avulsed by trepidation or fear of eternal oblivion ?

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can't blame them for what they were.
only. can. blame me. for still feeling it. deeply.


DEEVJ©

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If you know how it is to lose a home,
you would never want victories cemented with the falling bricks of rooftops.
But learning is a slow process, and humans have still not mastered the grace to lose.

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