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Women should think about a mother a sister a daughter a wife a doctor a lawyer an engineer a carpenter a home maker a care giver a house keeper a gardener a chef a spiritual spirit a believer a lover a friend a scientist a professor a teacher a student a farmer a traveler a salesperson a banker a sex worker a pilot a victim a criminal  all persona's who they identify with, not just for the ones, who belong to their family, but all the ones who they see, read about and meet regularly, don't just live in a vicious circle, made by the women that you know, understand the women that you don't, try not to pin point their mistakes, try understanding their point of view, don't just poke fun by insulting their hue, try standing along with them in a similar queue, try putting them ahead of you, don't just ride in the darkness of pride, try lighting the backdrop of an innocent side. *pic courtesy: Canva Happy Women's Day ❤️

Cold Stories

It was getting cold
And there were stories
That were never told
The stories that gave goosebumps
The stories that uncovered near garbage dumps
I need to go..
Unless you want me not to
So tell me what you have to...
I have come this far..
Like a missing shooting star
But this time they won't let me hide
They will banish me before I subside
It's true I want you
But it's also true I want to live
Stories that make one sad
Stories that wake you mad
Stories that do not rhyme
Stories that do not resonate with crime
But they killed against their will
They ended chapters without sitting still
They found books to eat
They found looks that beat them to surrender
I need to know..
What you feel for me
It's not me who will decide
But only for once I know
What's in your mind
Or you ain't even blind
Or you have subdued to one kind
That doesn't spare open mind
Perhaps this once you don't leave me alone
Perhaps this once you write me a song 
And sing it in your actual tone
These stories aren't for real
People make it up to cover surreal
Because in stories you can be someone
That doesn't exist
But the listener loves it and cannot resist
But to hear more of them
I have had enough
Loving virtually is tough
You keep feeling it's really happening
When it's you self reckoning 
About a child that followed into the dark
As there was a star that took her fingers
And lighted up the way with millions of  Sparkling delight that lingered all across the sky
Just distracting you from not asking why


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