You're a woman you cannot question!

Oh! I'll question
And scream on the top of my lungs
I want no words to go in ashtray
I'll yell for freedom,
I'll yell for womanhood,
as I have a message to convey
Is science wrong or superstition?
Is beating up wrong or raising questions?
Is swearing wrong or speaking truth?
Is questioning others' upbringing wrong or correting your own ill actions?
Aren't we women allowed to think and speak??

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The Darkest Shade

________AZM__________

Many a times it was just a song,

many a times (I) just hummed along;

the empty music that touched my soul,

the dark words (that) remain untold;

frequently whispering the silent beat,

the null-ness that they repeat;

and my ride to the zero world

left with spirit unconsoled..

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Who am I?

I am just a mother

with a child looking onto me for every little thing

I am just a wife

expected to look after every nooks and nacks put before

I am just a daughter

expected to take care of my parents

I'm just an in-law

expected to take care of in-laws and the household

I am just a worker

expected to please my boss

I am just a friend

expected to be in touch with all of them

I am just a niece

expected to be available anytime they want

I am just an aunt

expected to help anytime along

Who am I to MYSELF?????

I am lost in being just-someone to someone
rather than being "ME" to myself

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THE GREY BEAUTY

-----------Azm------------

Having past ten decades,

spreading pleasant smiles,

sweeping away sadness,

she leans on the aisle.

Lost in her deep thoughts,

remembering the falls and rise,

she stays quiet and aloof,

hiding her cries.

With eyes full of stories,

her unanswered whys,

she hides in her hunched back,

her hard work and sacrifice.

And soul as hard as rock,

biding hundred goodbyes,

she's a polished diamond,

and a hero in my eyes!!

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