The Broken Half Of The Sky

The Broken Half Of The Sky short poem

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“Today at work”, she says, “My boss went berserk”
Has all the luxuries of the world,
Except if you see closely, she has no one.

Beautiful and intelligent she is for sure, but
Rumours tell me she was never chosen
Oh! That’s what happens when you,
Keep postponing it, till it is too late
Everyone has moved ahead fast
Now, no one wants to marry an old hag.

Happily, she walks away,
After a few days, she sits down with me again
“Last night”, she says, “He worked till the clock struck twelve”
Fallen into the cycle of work, she says.

Of course, he isn’t married that’s why
Followed the path his heart desired.

This view of her amazes me and I ask
He isn’t married? Isn’t that his fault?
Empty and lonely, I remember you had said last.

She waves her hand and says, “Oh! Don’t be foolish”
Keen on his career he worked on,
You can’t blame a man for a choice well thought of!

Poet’s Note –
This is my attempt at acrose poetry. The first letter of every line forms the title of the poem. This poem deals with the issue of gender-bias wherein two colleagues are treated differently because of their gender.

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Preeti
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The sad truth of gender discrimination continues in today’s ‘advanced’ society too! Can you beat that? Beautifully expressed!

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