"SHE SPEAKS NOTHING" ~ANOMITRA SARKAR

SHE SPEAKS NOTHING


Poem-



It's all shaking....
Her mind and her hand 
Her eyes are like old grass
All dried up
Waiting for a shower
Her skin is like an ashed oak
Which envies the maple
She espies the rain
Which the summer of transparent
July morning shall bring for her
But ye all walk over her
She is not touched by any of it
She grows upon her own tears
And for her lips
They speak but not enough
Most of it, the odds and pain
stays in the deep and dark folds.




by - Anomitra Sarkar
















Message by the Poet-

Every household women(especially) or any girl, women, child; may have faced a touch of exploitation.
You may call it discrimination but to me it is exploitation and yes don't mix those two.

Women are exploited because they are weak. How exactly?
No, women are not weak, no one is. Women are more stronger and hard-working than any of us, but at the same time they suppress their voice, emotions and opinions.

Raise it out, let the world know.
It is not always important to leave a issue if it not suits you, don't always think of this world and what would the world say.

Location: BDI Sunsine City, Bhiwadi, Rajasthan 301019, India

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