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Why your every abuse contain a Woman?

Nine months she irrigates in her womb
Every month you grew up
And she stretches her skin
Your every kick
She feel your every hunger inside her
Your fate’s dream
She decorated before even you
Collecting cent by cent
Your every clothes, every toy
She make from her own hands
Still a shame your every abuse
Contain a woman.
One is your sister
One is your friend
Her sweets, her ice cream
She shares with you
Saving you from scolding of teacher
Signing on every mistake of your
Your cell-phone, your laptop for everything she fights
Being your shield she surrenders in front of family
Still a shame your every abuse
Contain a woman.
After marriage she left her home for you
For you her name and work
Everything she sacrificed
She turned your house into home
She prepares food and feed you
So you not remain hungry
Eating only after you left the table
Your coming part of family
She nursed in her womb
Accepting your family as her own
Leaving her own parents
Still a shame your every abuse
Contain a woman.

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