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Paras Verma Poem
you walk into the streets,
women, a constant breeze
is he is to satisfy your lust
or to give birth,
as your mother does
fragile, weaker they are
dominating toughness you have
hear the yearning of a woman
she is not a toy to torn apart
what then you as a men think
to let your serem flow,
she will bleed to swallow
pleasurely satisfied you are,
now she is hollow
a dead body still swims
but with waves it sinks
so vigorous she is
but fading amidst.
until she lives,
her agony exists
whore you tell him
but food she needs
a forced mocking drill
she is detriorated
assasinated and killed
pleasure an everlasting quest
fulfillment is rest, justice to theft
not until he slept
she indeed is dead,
her stories left.
Copyright © Paras Verma | Year Posted 2019
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