She Speaks Nothing

Every women someday or other, majorly is suppressed of her feelings. And if you can feel the poem's emotions please comment, first post

It's all shaking....

Her mind and her hand 

Her eyes are like old grass

All dried up

Waiting for a shower

Her skin is like an ashed oak

Which envies the maple

She espies the rain

Which the summer of transparent

July morning shall bring for her

But ye all walk over her

She is not touched by any of it

She grows upon her own tears

And for her lips

They speak but not enough

Most of it, the odds and pain

stays in the deep and dark folds.

Reviews

[Ankita Dwivedi]

Her tears speak for strength and eyes for pride .
HER screams are shut but her lips spread wide .
This kind of acknowledgement is necessary .Acknowledgement for the pain that's felt but not adressed .The screams that errupt but are lost midway before the escape .The eyes that fear but give in to submission .No more .so thanks dear friend for calling it out .Wonderful work .
love , Ankita

[Anomitra Sarkar]

Thanks for the review.

[John the Baptist]

One is left to wonder who "She" is. Whoever, she has suffered. We get the picture of one who has been trampled upon, but is not vanquished, who keeps her suffering to herself. Perhaps one day she will be that maple the oak envies. Well written, expresses restrained but profound feeling.

[Anomitra Sarkar]

Thanks for the review

[Anomitra Sarkar]

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