Not An Ordinary Woman

Not An Ordinary Woman short poem

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I am a woman, not an ordinary woman
But a woman with gutsy heart
Destiny has been cruel to me
But I never wished it to change
I am a woman, not an ordinary woman

My eyes searching for my husband
Who being a soldier,
Left me next day after my second life began
will my wait ever be over?
I am a woman, not an ordinary woman

People admire cricketers, actors
Who cares about those fighters?
Who spend every minute of their life
in a tornado
So that you people could sleep in peace
No one cares about them, No one laments their death

I am still waiting for him
And also for that unfinished eternal bliss
Courage has fetched acceptance in me
That probably, it will never happen
But I am proud to say
I am a woman, not an ordinary woman

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Hats off to all those brave wives of those war heroes and fighters! And yes, a heart-felt thanks to you for writing such a wonderful poem…


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