A Noseless Woman

A Noseless Woman short poem

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“A Noseless Woman”
Once I saw a wretched woman,
She was badly mistreated by a demon.
She was an unfortunate wife,
Her husband cut her nose with a knife.
For her there was no place to hide,
She sold glass bangles to survive.
The husband put the stamp on her face,
He cut all her nose only left a trace.
As a child I became surprised,
How badly the poor creature was terrorised.
I was frightened to see her distorted form,
Mom used to help her with money and corn.

“An Abnormal woman”
She was a pretty and delicate woman,
Her husband was a beast not a human.
He mistreated her with all his might,
Day and night he used to fight.
Within six months he gave her divorce,
He used to oppress her with all his folk.
Subsequently she lost her mind,
Even forgotten herself as a blind.
Sometimes she used to laugh loudly,
Sometimes she’ll sing love songs sadly.
She used to cry without any apparent reason,
She used to suffer in her lonely mansion.
Someday she used to put off her clothes,
She used to run only in half robes.
She loved her wedding dress very much,
Frequently wore them,revealed her hidden self.

“Pretty Turns To Pity”
Once I saw an ugly scary woman,
She was known as prettiest Ayeman.
She was the most beautiful damsel of the town,
With curly golden hairs and eyes golden brown.
She was renowned for her unique beauty and charm,
Sinuous figure with nature calm.
Then she married a very rich man,
Once attracted became her fan.
Who used to love her beauty and glamour,
By profession he was a jeweller.
He was extremely temperamental,
Jealous and envious,the illness of a mental.
One day he threw poisonous acid on her face,
Her face burnt badly as a broken flower-vase.
She became very angry to see her distorted form,
Since then she became abnormal with her lost charm
She has lost all her senses,
Murmurs, grumbles and sleeps near fences.

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I am a graduate in psychology from Aligarh Muslim university Aligarh.I got my early education from Lucknow and Faizabad.I started writing poetries from the age of seventeen.i've written1000 poems in English and Urdu.still scribbling more poems.
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Preeti
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Struck a chord in my heart!

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Reveals a bitter truth.

ammu sachariah
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Nice poem.

ramakrishnan chatakondu
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The fall of tears is also noiseless…….
………..thank god nobody saw my eyes…….

monica mundada
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Well drafted!!! So heart touching!!

Shirley B
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How very sad. Beautifully penned.

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