Her empty hands,
shows her inner barrness..
Her dry eyes,
reflects her devastated feelings..
Her thick voice,
portrays her neglected harmones..
Her reserved face,
demonstrate her sprained kite..
All of these gestures of that shadow,
realized me the elements of am actual being...
YAM 
Great poem
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Thank you so much.
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Day in and day, her foes, keep on reporting themselves to her, through their posts.
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You can say that.
Thank you for reading it out
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The devastated are those who broke into other people’s WhatsApp camps and are caught.
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🤣🤣🤣
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SMiLes Dear Young Yam
From Pakistan so Nice to
See A Soul Deep Post From
You Again Yet i Distinctly Remember
You Singing You Must Have Muse to Write
And Surely This Kite That Seems Grounded
Looking For Wings to Once Soar in Delight
Of Humanity
in Balance
Is Looking For
Space to Fly Again
my FRiEnD in Colors
No Longer Bare in Hands of Love..:)
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She is searching for her wings to fly. But circumstances and changes are so strong that she cann’t find her wings.
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SMiles Dear
Yam i Will
Surely Pray
That Changes
Come Where
She
Finds
Her Wings🙏
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Sure. Thank you dear so much.
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Welcome
my FRiEnD😊
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🙂🙂
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The prayer
help her
with feet
kicked
human dignity
the woman nothing
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I like this one alot. Wise words
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The woman is never a dragon
the devil is the male patriarchal self
the man
which has oppressed women for millennia
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This is just confined to the psychy of a person. And their psychy help them to build their point of view to see the world, which will decide your part as a good or evil in tge World.
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The soul is the same for all of us.
No human being can really understand and grasp the depth of the soul in another human being.
I don’t have to tell anyone what the innermost part of a person wants from them, what the destiny of the soul really has to say to them about their life.
Nobody is allowed to limit his judgment only to the psyche of a person.
And how the psyche helps me build my perspective
to see the world
that i am trying to think about my role as a bad guy
or good person
just for me,
not to decide for the world
that is my sole responsibility.
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Practically, It’s the process of our mind development.
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The soul
the ghost
is in us
the soul the spirit
is as old as
humanity itself
the one
overelevate
with their hubris
the judgment of others
and mean themselves
with her mind
through their handling
in practice and mind
a process
with their beliefs
in ordinary people
set in motion
to be able to
what in others
really takes place
will and must me
remain a secret
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Respected.
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Very heartfelt poetry Yam. Good to see you back
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Thank you so much dear, Sadje.
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her empty hands
ask for mercy
her dry eyes
her dry mouth
show the injuries
of the nefarious men
her thick voice
the last cry for help
of an abused battered woman
her reserved face,
the fear of femicide
the sharp dagger
one of life
frustrated soulless male
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Well put. Your words are the 2nd perspective to be taken. Thank you so much, dear poet.
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Beautiful thoughts!
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Thank you dear so much. Have a great day.
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She is a survivor
She shall turn out victorious!
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She is and she will..
Thank you dear so much.
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Wow! Beautiful thoughts, so creative! Well penned, my friend 😊
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Thank you kk. Much appreciated
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My pleasure 😊
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🙂🙂
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Wonderfully expressed, Yam.
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Thanks, Jeff so much
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Seemed suspicious but also pathatic
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Both are relative
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