Deepika Singh
Soon the peace tranquil
And India got it's independence
But I doubt? Really!
As women's battered condition
Is still like Doordarshan
Dull, agony, nobody watch it.
Women's rights, laws
All are bookish worms.
Decorated with sugar coated lectures.
Still a woman's beauty is judged by her complexion.
She is certified by unemployed,
uneducated colony's reporter.
Nobody Google her pain
Just put ISI mark on her
And ruin her name.
Shower her with Made in China sympathy.
People are curious to read her life's book
To exercise their tongue in leisure.
She mute the noise, held her head high
And walk with grace.
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Poet Deepika Singh
is an artist who makes beautiful Rangolis
and lives in Margherita, Assam
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