A girl is a blessing.
One should know listening.
A girl is a mother.
She knows to bother.
She is not for sale.
Why not to release her on bail?
She bears and is silent.
Inside, she is violent.
She is killed for things.
Her rings are without wings.
She sings a sad song
To hate any wrong.
Her desires are killed.
Her grave is filled.
Emotions die with death.
Living girls are without breath.
(The author is a freelancer. Views are his own) [email protected]
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