I am a poisonous woman.
I was sent to kill you sweetheart,
It's an irony of fate I fell in love with you,
Since my birth I was given a spoon of honey,
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Is this legend or History I wonder! Any way so sad that only women.... that too virgins(Kanya) became a prey to this sinister custom.... growing with poison which they can't help! I am hearing of this eerie practice for the first time though I have heard of Vish Kanyas! Interesting poem, at once sad and curious!
The descriptions of a vishkanya, her love and the subtlety of her emotions is matchless. The poem rightly points out about the exploitation of innocent women through this evil practice. The concluding lines present a sentimental finale. Great treatment of an enigmatic subject. Thanks.
A very impressive and powerful write...................10
Amazingly written..... Great work..! ! ! ! 10 on 10