I was born on a windy night-
When the clock stroke twelve
Under the starry sky,
In a tarpaulin covered tent.
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This is not a poem but a slap on the face of our society which flaunts its great ancient culture but at the same time ill treating and discriminating against their womenfolk and persons of a lower caste. A powerful commentary on our society and its hypocrisy. The poem goes into MyPoemList. Thanks.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Mou. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Loved this poem Mou...such an important issue you have raised..
Thanks Archana