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 s uppress their voice, emotions and opinions. Raise it out, let the world know. It is not always important to leave a issu...
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