When I heralded my coming into this world….
some got me aborted,
and the ones who could not do that;
either left me deserted on a place,
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Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
The noble duty of the poet is to be the voice to a voiceless. This is the voice of the woman by far, who in certain cultures and faiths, is disgraced, degraded and discarded. We hear yours loud enough. Hope and pray more of such voices be heard, until one day all actions by men against the womanhood is discarded from this planet. Thanks for being brave enough to be heard.