She

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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