To every woman who murders her dreams for her family ..
Under the blanket of dust
Lies my little diary
Bearing the weight
of unfulfilled dreams
To follow them
I need to go
You said I am beautiful
And so is a caged bird
Freedom is my first love
Left him when I married you.
To get his hug
I need to go.
Women are meant for kitchen
Serving is their mission
I know that very well
I was under the spell
Now my soul cries for light
I wanna shine bright
To follow my heart
I need to go
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This poem is indeed deep, the sacrifice women give for love. Letting go of their dreams and freedom to build another with someone they love. It's indeed a great sacrifice
Yes it is but its not needed. Thanks
A special Respect for all women who sacrificed their dreams for their families. They started with a lot of dream, but for love they gave it all.
True.
Women subject to horrible troglodyte models who only see them as objects and second-class citizens. Great poem with a deep reflection and a message that makes you think.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.
Thank you for always reading.