A Woman
A woman gives birth to a new life.
She is not just a 'woman'
But also a mother, a companion, a spouse,
A sister and, a survivor to the end.
We never value her, respect her
Ask her concerns and care for her
We never wipe away her tears,
As they are imperceptible as air.
She works, cooks and cleans
She chuckles, helps comfort,
Yet, she never complains
And shrouds her agony.
At the point when you battle in your life
She helps to get you through
This is HER and what do we do?
Grumble and make a wreck
Give her pressure,
And leave her feeling discouraged.
We push her away
And overlook her exhortation
Reveal to her she isn't anything
Without a man
She was assaulted, tormented
And mishandled by the world
Told her she is nothing
And would be continuously utilized
Only for joy and pleasure
She bites the bullet, puts her sentiments aside
Does as you need altogether for you to be free
Overlooks your obliviousness
And endures your blemishes
You call her a scraper and vagrant
You call her with slang names
But she answers with satisfaction and pride
With a total loss of self
You call her nothing
But I call her solid, keen, erotic, mindful
Yet giving, enduring, lenient and amazing
And I call her WOMAN!
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