Srishti Sharma, INDIA


So girl,
You were caged and contained,
For your worth,
And work.
You were harmed,
And completely bruised,
With fistful of harshest words,
But Girl,
Don’t swallow these words,
As there are demons in the world,
Who would be the happiest,
 By making you the saddest.
But oh girl,
I believe in the powers you own,
The things and people who you could disown.
Get up,
Don’t run,
Instead make a powerful comeback.
Let not these filthy minds hold you back.
Be free, be kind.
Be fierce.


She runs the house,
She runs the office,
She’s into it,
Being into herself.
Sundays come and go,
But she relentlessly,
Keeps working,
Sundays are not for her.
Handling family members,
Handling household chores,
Handling important phone calls,
Making food,
And in the last,
Getting ready and,
Leaving for office.
In those locals,
Which are filled with sweaty people,
Running late,
Wallet being stolen.
Family doubting,
For being late.
What does this woman gets in return,
for all the sacrifices she makes the entire life?
Doubts, bitter-talks, sadness, depression.
Is this all she deserves?
They earn the huge amount,
Of trust, loyalty and respect.
Go and give some.

Srishti Sharma is Mumbai-based poet and a writer. She is pursuing Masters in Business Economics from B.K Birla College, affiliated to the University of Mumbai and currently working as an auditor. Her poems are published on various social networking sites and the prestigious Setu Magazine and Destiny Poets.

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