Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Ladies Suffer


Monster’s in night
You are right
Whole life is to fight
But more to fight in light

Day time it is dangerous
For woman to work continuous
No were safety is granted
Even if desired or wanted

Ladies still not safe
Is it their fate?
Situation compels them to work till late
The plight and pain needs to be sated

If nights are gloom
Days find no room
Same situation does prevail
The scene is totally failure

Let us hope and pray
It needs more time to pay
They must be given honor and respect
Reassurance must be given with acts

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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