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The fake Grandeur
#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
Her tears dried long ago
her past she long forgo
all that she looks forward to
the tiny being ,as her belly grew.
Whatever it be,a girl or a boy
her fate it shall not bare,
with love and all her care,
all worldly pleasures enjoy.
The fated day came,
when her womb bore
a tiny fragile warm core
time for the father to reclaim.
But she gave not yet
the claim to might
for a mother's right
is the first to get.
Stood she now in mansion huge
all the past pains, in a bundle
forgiving for all the past feud
making her a queen humble.
But is it all the story narrates?
Yeah, it's all the grandeur
on the pages lustrate.
For the unspoken pages astute
hide within the walls of deceit.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed...
Her tears dried long ago
her past she long forgo
all that she looks forward to
the tiny being ,as her belly grew.
Whatever it be,a girl or a boy
her fate it shall not bare,
with love and all her care,
all worldly pleasures enjoy.
The fated day came,
when her womb bore
a tiny fragile warm core
time for the father to reclaim.
But she gave not yet
the claim to might
for a mother's right
is the first to get.
Stood she now in mansion huge
all the past pains, in a bundle
forgiving for all the past feud
making her a queen humble.
But is it all the story narrates?
Yeah, it's all the grandeur
on the pages lustrate.
For the unspoken pages astute
hide within the walls of deceit.
© meerabhansali/theworkingofthesoul
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