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A woman-centric poem about the difficulties, by Parvathy, exclusively for Different Truths.
Die once, as a brave fighter and live too alike a fighter yet more times you are given enough and more chances to cowardice your conscience. They take less mercy to censure your conduct a time, code of conduct is the citizens responsibility that the society thrust upon you. The stones they throw to kill you, the endless tortures mental assaults are they, at times turns physical violence, to kill the woman in you. Who would understand the pain you have gone through, when they have done those intentionally to bury you deep down, as never you should sprout back. Aren’t you not, the living example of survival? Aren't you not, the living example of the desire to live and let live? Aren't you not, the perfect example of determination and resilience? When your roots are yet deep rooted and the progeny watches you from far. Yes, she is the living and ruling repertoire of a woman, who believes the world belongs to her too still when vultures howl around to tear her flesh and mind but she would die just once and not more.
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