She takes all strength, bleeds every month. To nurture the lifeless human growing inside. All, over again she puts a veil covering her sadness, widely smiling all the time. Don't you understand her? To try to acknowledge the cruelty she faces all day.? Family & children is all her life But darling do you know, She had bled her clothes, making you feel proud of the tiny boy she gifted you back. Every morning I see people inside the small temple, What made me cry is the fact that she was barred inside for being bleeding on her 40th day. A little girl,immature of the world, Lost all respect and reputation that she had earned, Just a new lady had emerged in her, It was the first time that bled, So sorry, for her, to be mocked by the class & always called as ' red '. Oh world she's your daughter, Make sure she's free. That's what I pray.
That dimple on your cheek is worth being mad for. Do you have any idea how much efforts I make just to bring that impression on your face?
The day I visited your home in the scorching afternoon for some important work that I don't even remember now. All I remember is your smile which was reflecting your happiness. I seriously didn't expect you to be this happy on seeing me there, thought it was pre-planned that I'll be there around that time yet your happiness doubled mine. Your dimple spoke what you doesn't speak to me all the time, yes, that you love me. And then when without listening to my part, you kept on showering all the love, all the affection that you had for me; I fell for you, and that dimple, again. I decided to be quite and feel the comfort of your arms and the sweetness of your kisses.