From a woman’s heart

From a womans heart short poem

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You don’t know how she misses you
Thinks of you and feels you
You are a man, you would not understand
A woman’s heart, her pain and agony
You know to woo, to wean away her heart
Away from her, far from her own self
But don’t you realize? Can’t you understand?
What makes her happy, what makes her fret
She breathes you, she lives for you
Her love for you, her eyes do say
Your indifference to her, her anger conveys
And yet do you pretend, you don’t understand
Or is such treachery in your blood, man?

This poem is part of the Poetry Book 22 Poems You Should Read About Love and Life

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Preeti Govada is a freelance writer and poet. Born and brought up in Hyderabad, she’s done her MBA in Human relations and currently resides at Mumbai with her husband and son. She’s currently working on her upcoming book which is a collection of short stories. She loves observing people around her and integrating their experiences into her short stories and poetry. Besides dabbling at cooking, she enjoys travelling, browsing the internet, reading and spending time with her family. If you’d like to connect with her, you can email her at
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Love has so many sides. This is one strong emotion that has so many subtexts for us to think of..

ramakrishnan chatakondu

FROM A Man’s HEART……..

Well………. The truth is ……in every way women are better then men…….this fear factor in men leads to bossiness .


I enjoyed reading this poem. You have said what so many women would like to say in a very important way. I believe poetry comes from the passion that lies within our heart, yet many can find no words to say. Thank you for giving this feelings words.

Viswas Menon

love has many hues….sometimes …love is expressed silently …..that is why it is said Love is the Silent Language of the heart……sometimes love needs space for itself …..sometimes love needs a bit of loneliness … become stronger….that is the beauty of love….well written….keep writing …

Akhtar Jawad

Most beautiful Hindi folk songs describe the feelings of a woman who is away from her beloved particularly in a rainy season. This poem is a nice presentation of a woman’s feelings. Preeti is a nice poetess.


A beautiful poem depicting emotions of a woman.

Bill Peeler

Can’t deny growing up in a world where men aren’t allowed to express themselves in those sensitive kinds of ways, that it nearly makes us incapable knowing a woman’s soul. But even if we knew it, her soul would still be a unfathomable mystery to us. But we do marvel at the heart of womanhood even if we don’t say so.


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