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Sunday, 25 March 2018

Urge For the Ultimate Destination

Everyday in her life was the same. 
There was no one around her to blame.
Actually it was her fate that turns out to be rude.
Otherwise, no one has the gut to tolerate such attitude. 

Everyday in her life was the proof.
There are something in his tenure which was a goof. 
It was a shuttering truth for her that
her life's journey was facing a terrible wrath.

Everyday of her life was a pain.
There is no chance to have some gain.
No one ever cared about the cause of her grudge
though there was many people out there to judge.


Everyday of her life was an exam.
Though there was no chance for any other to see any harm.
She was quite tired of all this drama and toil.
It was beyond her thoughts how can the society be so cruel.

Everyday of her life was an irony.
That makes laugh at her lifelong agony.
No one ever came forward to stand by.
Everybody out there was eager to make her cry.

Everyday of her life was a harsh interview.
Everyday she faced same questions, there were nothing new.
For the ruthless society she was just like a devil's incarnation.
She herself and the society too were much eager 
for her faster journey to the ultimate destination. 

Thursday, 15 March 2018

He Could Have Love Her More

He could love her more.
She just knows the extent of yelling 
can left a baby in a bitter trauma.
A baby girl who never knew about love afore.

He could love her more.
She just knows how her presence and value 
was measured by the bucks she earns.
The girl who never heard of love afore.


He could love her more.
She just felt the heart-wrenching discriminations,
she faced with one of her most notorious brother.
She never felt the equality in love before.

He could love her more.
She heard it from her friends of her age
that not everyone from a clan shows the similar rage.
She was perplexed to find the measurable truth that was known to her before.

Now, she doesn't even rely on love or adore.
 In the deep in her mind love is something which she loves to abhor.
But, a corner of her pained heart still says,
he could have love me more.