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Jul 2020 · 142
Society
Lata Choudhary Jul 2020
Dear society,
You’re the reason of others “anxiety”
You’ve a face of “duality”
Everyone has their “priority”
You are the reason for “inequality”,
This is “insanity”
Please,change your “mentality”
Please,show some “humanity”
Don’t judge others “personality”
Yes,Everyone have some “quality”
Please,show some “morality”
You’re the reason of others “anxiety”
You’ve a face of “duality”
Jul 2020 · 543
A child to a mother
Lata Choudhary Jul 2020
“Mummy where are your wings”


Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy

Mummy where are your wings
Why you always worried
About World’s thinking
Don’t you have any aim
Don’t you have any dream

Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy

Mummy is your life is a white paper?
Anyone can write anything
Don’t you have your own thinking
I have always seen you in the kitchen
Doing something ...............

Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy

Mummy I know that you are caring
But I think that you are not daring
What about your aim?
What about your dreams?

Mummy where are your wings
I have seen you always surrounded,
By the household working
Don’t you want to fly
Don’t you want to enjoy
Jul 2020 · 109
Breath
Lata Choudhary Jul 2020
Dear breath,
You are the only “reason “,
Of my “existence”,
Without you,
I wouldn’t even be able to speak a “sentence”
Thank you for “acceptance”
Because of you,
I have “independence “  to live
Jul 2020 · 127
Stereotypes
Lata Choudhary Jul 2020
Dear stereotypes,
I have grown up listening your “hypes”
when this world forced you on me,I feel “derived”
my dreams were “swiped”
when they were “unripe”
please come and “wipe”
these scars from my “life”
until you not save me,I will continously “griped”
in your “types”

@loveforpoetry_world

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