What is my existence (A woman’s plea)

What is my existence (A womans plea) short poem

What is my existence?
Am I just a mere substance or a thing of pleasure?
Am I just a homemaker or just a refuge seeker?
In this world of masks I am left with just a veil.
I see this beautiful world from under that.
The various colours seem so unpleasant behind these four walls.
The smoke from the chimneys takes away my courage to sing.
I long to murmer a beautiful song but all I do is keep mum.
I am slapped and tortured and only taken pleasure of.
I keep numb as my wings are chopped out.
My tears flow softly like a river but drain no where.
I wonder when I look at the sky;
What shall it be like to fly?
I dream of seeing the green meadows but the brown walls cage me.
I wonder sometimes that what is the reason for which I live?
Just to be a mere homemaker?
No,I live to fly,to fight the evils.
I shall break through.
But then I wonder how!
Am I brave enough to do so.
Oh the great Lord also discriminates.
Some have great names;
And I don’t even know my identity.
A plea to all to let me breathe;
Let me feel the fresh air of no prejudices.
Please let me know;
What is my existence?

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Rupsha Quinn Bose

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Sanjay
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Rupsha, Great! Keep it up.

Ravindran Govindaraju
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I am remembering those style of Bertrand Russell.. Raise questions,and answer the same
I like those lines ” I dream of seeing the green meadows ” answers much more ,concluding positive brew
” let me feel the fresh air of no prejudices” welcomes , more to stroll on the realm ,to see an answer,for a probing soul.
” If not question ,no education..” of Socrates.. In entirety,though sounding as fescennine verse, concluding line demands answer from readers.
.Thank you for your raising concerns,for a wholesome thought.

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Beautifully Presented. I hope she is flying now and not waiting to get wings first.

Geetha Paniker
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Beautiful!

asoke kumar mitra
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very refined imagery worked here……..very beautiful write, eternal question raised……….but very sad a heart wrenching write. you have a very deep poetic mind. keep on……

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