She wore a skirt too short and a top with a long neck. And she topped it off with a bold lip, the shade of dark red. She had lovely eyes, their expression deep and somewhere in the profundity was hidden a vault full of dreams. Her smile was her strongest allure, a spring of courage and hope. Her steps spoke of elegance, a beauty like a blooming grove. She walks alone on her bed of thorns, earns every penny and builds her home. She sweats to hold her world in place but they see only the man-entrancing perfume. They abused her mom for her dearth of sense. In the world of men how dare she carry a lip so red!?
Mom is a lone mother raising her child. Feeding her smiles gulping her cries. She works like her father but dresses like a wife. She is a business lady all day long but when shadow falls she’s back to being a mom. Time flew in these busy ways. She taught her little one, one by one : hope, struggle and life. Alas! She forgot the essential thing, that character dances atop the wedding ring, and it’s estimate is done on the scale of skirt length.
The beauty walked in a restaurant to dine.
The people there were dazzled by her shine.
The street boys did whistle and jeer a little.
But it was the people of her own kind, who started to belittle.
They slandered her disposition, and reduced her with all her dreams;
To a mere provocative being.
The spring of hope became a source of seduction.
The doomed kind who ask for attention.
She was obviously a creature who asked for it.
“Look at clothes, how tight they fit!”
Brutal assaults and filthy touches
Choking under the diabolic clutches.
Stabbed, pierced and burnt alive.
Keep her dreams for another life.
Ha! Preposterous this world truly is, they fail to realise : the butcher of wings cannot fly. The chains on her can ensnare your own life. Words echo and deeds ricochet. The net that catches your prey, might capture you too someday.
Betrayal
-Debanshi
Roads Not Takenššš 
Beautiful šš»
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This isss soo goood āØāØ
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Thanks š¤šš«š§”
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Outstanding! you well portrayed the real issues in a woman’s life.
In a male dominated society, what women face is either neglected or called as ‘victim play’. But no wonder what, women are wonderful and will outshine this awful society.
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Yessš«š«š«thanks for reading š
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Touchy and beautiful…love for the creator…
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Touchy and beautiful…love for the creator…
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Thankkk you š¤š§”š„°ā¤ļø
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This is soo good, like never read such a beautiful pieceā¤
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Well thanks for taking the time out to read all of them šš§”means a lot š«š
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“The butcher of wings cannot fly”, this just speaks all of the reality!
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I’m glad you agree šš«
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“the butcher of wings cannot fly” What a beautifully put together poem…. Love the message!
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Thanks š«
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“the butcher of wings cannot fly” fantastic piece! And powerful message!
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This is really nice.. keep posting more
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The description is so vivid, so real it’s like you’re living through the whole thing, like super relatable too. Great work keep going. š just one thing, the rhyming scheme… you probably know what I’m speaking of, work a little there, and rest is beautiful.
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This one awoke many feelings. Perhaps if we write until our fingers bleed ink the world may understand and awaken? Thank you for your words and the message they bear.
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Trueš«unity is what we need right now š§”
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