My cone hat is wonky, My cauldron boiled out, Oh, I need some magic, Yes, without a doubt. My voice is now weak, My broom cannot fly, Once I was young, Now my magic’s run dry.
Listening to their expectations was the beginning of my transition to becoming the woman . The questions asked by them were outrageous and absurd. Read family story
I saw no one in the station except for the girl who sat at one corner of the bench. And I felt at the moment that she was feeling insecure. Read social story
This English poem is dedicated to women who never give up at any situation, she keeps learning , moving and pushing herself to always make a new step towards her future
Since the time MacArthur bought those glasses, and started looking in the mirror outside her shop, she had started becoming happy. Now, she started waiting for his arrival.
I thanked God that I am still living. For strengthening my faith and keep on believing. Praying that one day, me and Papa will smile together. You and I will hug each other,
This Hindi poem highlights the feelings of a female writer who entertains some Erotica in her writings and due to which many of the person arises awkward questions against her .
She slowed inched towards me and the devils in my body screamed louder. She touched my face and said in a soft ,whispering voice “ Come with me. Lets run away together.”
Women are the gentle gender of the human race with all possible sensitive features in the nature. Women make the important base for the existence of human beings.
The war of genders, with the swords of distrust and pain has gone long enough. Has it turned too late for us to clear the noise made by these weapons?