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Child Labour

Ring ring the poor girl dies

Surprise me if an onlooker tries

Death as if the lil one fell asleep

Right where her broom used to sweep

Would someone embrace her now

In life not but in her last vow

So little but wanted to see it clean

Yet the stains on her clothes go unseen

Don’t be mistaken by the innocence

In her sleep, death, might you sense

Ring ring the poor girl dies

Surprise me if an onlooker tries

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Thought 

I have met women and seen them in wondrous joys and bursts of romance, some in the veils of shyness covered by a thick line of dust. I have met men who deserve to be called men with their fine composure of manliness, yet I have seen few weeping like a nursed child.I gave myself in to all and they were scared. They are all scared. We are all scared.
There’s a woman who breaks herself free from the bounds of society but cannot break free from the bounds of her heart even if she transforms her body. Continue reading Thought