lucky are those women, who are married to someone they love. lucky are those women, who are free to be themselves lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE SPECIAL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL lucky are those women, who are told YOU ARE IMPORTANT lucky are those women, who are given their space dignity by their family in public lucky are those women, who get same or more attention than they give away lucky are those women, who enjoy a peaceful meal made or fed by her husband lucky are those women, who work late hours out and still are very much eagerly welcomed at home lucky are those women, having a husband who takes care of the kids as a mother lucky are those women, iwho won’t regret to be alive
It isn’t that the list is too long orI am being greedy. it’s only that, we have to jot it down these are something I deserve.
The list above doesn’t require any money assets or major time-bound commitments,it is much simpler than how it looks. It’s all about giving away a little, to the women who in turn gives you all back.
Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
Leave me behind, like they did. Self blame with no more to gain. Pain lingers around my neck like a bib. A childish wreck, worse than a train. Come back and finish what you started! This body keeps spilling dark