My child

Hurts me the most !

A friend to all,

not to my own,

blood I have known.

Pampered her tons,

with gifts and boons.

With hundredth of kisses a day.

But somewhere a gap belave,

a hollow space of hesitation.

Cudnt share enough,

may be upbringing was rough.

The duo’s link was the best I thought.

Unfit was I, the answers I got.

 

How beautifully, I raised her though.

Every trice of my child, I rejoice the show.

But cud be a mom, only a mom,

not a friend she could count on.

Couldn’t she lean on my arms?

And distribute the story of her charms.

Couldn’t she seek for my back?

confidence in me did she lack?

 

Spread your wings my child,

you have got to fly high.

Gotta show the world,

you are my only girl.

Make me proud,

stand out of the crowd.

Of that u achieve, the fame.

Let people know me by your name.

Perhaps you hurt me the most.

You are the reason I boast.

There’s Fault In This Gender

Late, last night,

she was caught by a group.

 

Men wrongly said,

monsters in troop.

Molesting, harassing,

the helpless in fright.

The vulnerable is not right.

By default at fault,

must have been the cause,

the onset physical assault.

How badly thrashed !

To be raped one by one.

To bear the pleasure of the fun.

 

Pitiable she!

Must have been the cause,

attire must have been short.

Shouldn’t have been out of the house,

shouldn’t have worn such deep blouse.

The pebbles of judgement are thrown,

her pain, her wounds, all unknown

 

The mind set of men shouldn’t be changed,

it’s the gender, women to be blamed .

To wrap themselves up

with attitude, conduct ,not bad.

To be whistled walking alone,

while crossing the danger zone.

But men shouldn’t be taught,

to respect this gender a lot.

It’s a woman, an angel.

Born as mother,

as wife ,as sister

to get things untangle.

Born to be at fault,

Until life comes to hault.