To Be A Butterfly Comments

I'm here, don't scream! Nice write Roopa.

I scream! ! But, no one hears my voice. Nice piece of work.

A Great thought. Lot of feeling and life.congrats..

Sadness begets this poem and I for one can truly relate.....

Wow what an absolutely hard hitting explosive poem...

I believe you have the power within you to be voice of change. Through gentle persuasion and your poetic talent. You can bless and ease so many burdened lives. Stay blessed.

I’m a piece of worthless nude! Beaten, molded, bruised, I curl. Unfurl me, a plea. I mourn; to be born A butterfly – or die. Beautifully written about the oppression of women, their struggles, their fear, their sens of being unwanted. you bring in passion in your writings. Afterall poetry is the expression of our own soul. God bless you.

The tale gripped me! So many words you did control to tell a tale so basic and true. A great write.

Women in India have suffered a lot due to discrimination. But times are changing. The girl child movement is gaining popularity. In Mumbai, the modern woman move about - bold and beautiful - free like the butterflies! So don't worry dear! You will never be shunned, pushed, stamped or throttled! Not in this age! ! !

A true picture you have drawn for everyone to open up their eyes and see the reality around. it is a shame to our civilization that discrimination still exists in many forms.

Such a wonderful piece of work to show the harsh reality of our society. The thing I liked the most is the urge of a woman to be a butterfly and fly with the freedom. The title is also very good. Great work mam :)

Heart-Rending! ! I read this, then read Abandoned and all I can say is, despite all the oppression and suffering, We shall rise and shine! !

How painful it is to be born a woman, live a miserable life and - - .You remind the world that much yet has to be done in spite of feminist activism.This poem gave me great pain.

Most poignant !!! Has captured the essence of sensitivity of a woman.

This poem cries out from the rooftop against marginalisation of the lower class.

This poem cries out from the rooftop against oppression and marginalisation of the lower class. Beautiful poem.

Pen is mightier than sword..wished your cry will be heard and become an open eye.. Be strong and have courage and move on...Fly high and hit the mark..

I cry! Mourn to be, Reborn a butterfly… Iive a day- yet full and …….die The plea for freedom and fair treatment rings loud in this poem.....! Women, especially in India are facing more and more crucial crises day by day. Though they are better educated and most of them are bread winners now, they face the double burden of feeding the entire household and managing their manifold responsibilities in the work front! Yet they are badly discriminated and ill treated! To live a full day like a butterfly is preferred to years of abominable subjugation! A great write Roop Rekha!

Poetry is the super consciousness of mind. Your dedication for salvation of the oppressed community is right choice as poetry is the strongest weapon to defend all evils. Much appreciated and thanks for sharing. full marks.

When I started reading your poem, Initial feeling I got was, you are trying to react to my poem Delusive Cherubs. As I went on reading it did not take long to realize that your poetic voice was for a timely as well as a genuine course, to which the entire world should rise together. Taking butterfly's life cycle in metaphoric form you have done it marvelously. Congratulations Rekha. Full marks from me.