Mata Poems - Poems about Mata

My both hands were tied Unable to escape I breathe tight My heart fear thinking it will be my last day in the universe My pelvic grids produced crack sound Both my mind and body became motionless Oh god I can't help myself as my whole body turns numb Blood flow like a water From various parts of my body With...

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Tickle of rain drop Touch my numb body Whispering slowly Are you really unhappy With today's reality I faintly smile and said It's ok I will cope with it Wind slowly passed Near my ear Laughing wildly with loud thud Whispering with wide smile It's you who trusted them easily I smile gently and said It's ok I...

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No one only her eyes Glimmer beyond the sunlight Rays of hope still present She faintly smile May my happy days come? She question herself multiple times Immersed in deep thoughts Tear stream softly from her eyes Her hope of becoming successful one day Become blur under the sunlight May I be able to achieve my dream?...

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Pale eyes with trembling hand Difficult to breath I escape from Nightmare Which I barely thought I can't change Keeping social distance I tried to recognize myself My inner heart pleaded me It's not too late to change Stuck into a deep blame Which I haven't committed I convince myself I wasn't wrong in any case It's was all love and care...

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Sita's getting chubby; "I'm pregnant," she claims. Ma's henna-tinged hair bursts into flames. It never lived but Ma shrieks "Honor is dead!" Sita never wanted marriage but now how will Sita wed? At thirty-six Sita's not a child. That perfect plastic smile her whole life she's smiled. Enough! Ma is on fire. She burns on the pyre of dead traditions and parched dreams. And life goes on....

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Lips combine To say,“Amma”, the Mother Divine. Amma – the sweetest word the first alphabet can provide And the tongue safely rests inside! Amma Is sweet ambrosia. O! she sees! And my sorrows cease. Her face Reveals the divinest grace. Her touches rinse All my brutal sins. O! she kisses and embraces! I’m changed, I confess. Then, she whispered something in my ear It was so soft that my heart...

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And apptitude conserves not fare the blind assumption that all faith is share from human standpoint's grimace and the stare are insolent in doing, stealing, bare! As childishness, a spirit roams the air encapsulation effort ~ stunning care and bringing to vexation conscience spare controlling by suggestion, swinging dare! This selfishness of reason, stupid swear is not fine art's creation, thinking's prime but as hypnosis,...

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