On A Solitary Woman

On A Solitary Woman short poem

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Oh my dear friend
Why do you cry
Rise hold your head high
Allow your tears to dry
World at times is full of cruelty
Care not but dare
Shine with your inner beauty
So what if a relation has come to an end
Remember my dear this is not life’s last bend
We make the society
Society never makes us
Enjoy live your life never allow anyone to make it a mess
Life is just once
Don’t make it a mocking game
Time heals every wound
A day will soon be there
When you achieve everything
The lost name and fame
Life doest not always comes with a silver lining
Arise gather courage
Come out of the dark clouds ever shining
There is always a new world beyond the distant horizons
Spread your wings fly free
Reach those wonderful destinations

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Ramapriya Nr

A beautiful poem full of optimism. Truly inspiring and path breaking. refreshing indeed. congrats for a vary meaningful message



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