I wish you could see
My agonizing journey
From your inhumanity
Towards my creator
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Typo: you are. I take this poignant little poem to my favourite
Great! Your master in presenting the pains, perils, hardship, harrasment that a woman faces unnoticingly. I respect your 'I'
A very powerful poem. The words of the Poetess cut like a knife
Part 2. But His love for us is pure, all-encompassing, all-pervasive. But our realisation of this fact comes late. We always go after worldly pleasures, worldly love. Those who fake their lives also will realise it. But, may be, a bit too late. Then, they would have no life nor love left in them.
A stinging account of betrayed faith and unrequited love. When one realise that the love of our counterpart is fake, just a prevention, the void it creates is huge. Such realisation scalds one's heart forever.
Pain is everywhere how we take it in stride is what matters. A wonderful poem.