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Although
I love to talk
I love to have my words expressed
But when I blurt out the word,
I don't know why my words make me depressed.

Although,
I love to write and make curves on the paper with my ink,
Imagination pouring out of mind
Creating
my world in some little corner of this world,
I cannot fathom how to express this world,
Creating it outside my mind
So it can be visible to all.

Although
My thoughts aren't that clustered
My words aren't obscene
I figure out how to blow away everyone
Everyone from my life's messed up scenes.

Although**
I have friends
I love to be with them
But somehow I manage make my own boundaries
And seclude myself from everyone,
Taking no advice from the infinite wisdom trees
I am surrounded by
Who try to make sure
I have a happy life
But happiness is not something which allures
Me, and I repel every positive charge with my negativity.
From times immemorial,
We have dreamt ,
Carved ourselves,
The crown of grace.

A little girl walks today,
With big dreams and passion.
A women of tomorrow,
With power and ambition.

Great things does she,
From wisdom to the heart.
Not only the vessel of mankind,
But also the anchor of life.
Tribute to Women (on the occasion of International Women's Day)
 Mar 2015 Vafa Batool
Deenah
Bound by society,
Trying to free her wings
Balancing truth with conformities
Leaving her hung like a child on a swing.

Torn by expectations,
Each piece a clue to her mind
Ragged in clothes not hers, but theirs
Bearing with them, of her, no sign.

Leaving it, she'd attempted,
'Integrate', they said
'Lose yourself, to join us'
They could've said instead.
A voice for every woman out their who chooses to be her own self in a world choosing who she should be.
Desire** is yours yet you **** it for others,
What you want,
And what you need,
Depends on what others think,
Life is yours yet you live it for others,
And if you fail to do so then,
Why to blame society?
When it's your family !
We spend our entire life thinking about what others want from us and keep trying to fulfill the demands of our family to keep them happy and content.  And in all this struggle we fail to live our own life.
How*  does  it  feel  like
when  you  carry  a  ­bag  full  of  books?
I  hope  that  it  doesn't  feel  like  a  burden  as  it  looks­,

I  wish  to  study  just  like  you,
scamperin­g  towards  the  school   before  the  first  bell  in  a  crew,

But  you­  know  what  I  do?
infront  of  your  school  ­I  sit  and   polish  your  *shoe!
Education is the right of every child.
Earning money is the responsibility of parents.
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