I am nailed on to the wall, with my hands apart,
My legs are on the on, with numbness up to the head,
The last drop of my vigour is sipped out through my wounds,
You plated a crown round my heart with abuse, hurt and dirt,
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Women power is has no limit and it has been proved right in our great epics and mantras. If we don't give respect Sakti the society is going to be doomed some near future. You have given a strong message in this beautiful poem. Thanks.
Thank you Sir, for your valuable comment. I'm very happy that you agreed with me.
Your birth is our blessings, our beauty is safety...a great poem Heartily appreciated..10