Be aware of the silent roar,
Of those She you do ignore!!!
Wait for the backs touching the wall,
Or the feet at the end of the World...
You have tasted their beauty with lion's tongue.
Then in the test of purity, they were hung!
You dishonored the path you born,
And left her for nothing but to moan!
You touched the love, with your hands dirty.
Her dress was next preferred as slutty!!!
Worthless they were in your language;
And were unwated, objects of disgrace...
Their flexibility it was, in the actual,
You mistake fragility, as their ritual...
Now the time is over; pains no more.
The hour has come to hear the ROAR!!!
Be it the mother, or the wife,
Every hand tender can hold a knife.
Red is the love, and also blood
If you can't restrain the rate of flood
Into your sand castle on the seashore.
And you must be aware of the silent ROAR!!!
© ইচ্ছেpa लोक