Especially in India the plight of the women is
Her daylight is gone in the making of dreams
Nights are gone while caring for kids
The life has gone in decorating a house
Which doesn’t even have her name plate
(means which is not even called her home)
really
it is painful to see that every now and then she is told that she is not part of the family even after they have taken all her identities 😦
Your mode of describing all in this piece of writing is in fact pleasant, all be capable of
simply be aware of it, Thanks a lot.
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nice poem..
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Thank you so much dear 🙂
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thanks a lot buddy
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Good writing.
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Thank you so very much
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