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Proud To Be A Woman, Feeling Beautiful (Poem)

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Once I reach in life
You know
My power,
My beauty,
Mother said, 
You really made 
The life's grace 
Even greater with such a
Beautiful flowers,
And really have been
Born as a proud woman,
Me and myself,
Beautifully 
Blooming flowers 
Of life, 
Around 
Flowers, 
I have realize that,
If I once miss
Then surely
I will never find a
True woman like myself.
As a woman,
Lovely
Beautiful,
And great
Deeply 
Thinking of myself
Depth of sensitivity,
Really
Moves myself. 
I know,
I am the strong woman
I have come to
Realize that
Nothing is
Greatest in the world
Rather than
The life and love.
Our heart, mind and
Life be poised on love.
Only the love
Beauty.
Power.
I am watching,
I am speechless,
Wind blowing
Through the
Life,
I try,
to collect life.
The life can be seen
Walking own busy needs.
It is all
Here - 
In truth,
Living a meaningful life. 
And
I know,
As with the crowds,
Slowly a dark cloud is
Forming over and
Within us. 
As a woman,
I stared at the moon
And
Wrote letters about life.
From morning to
Evening 
In the meantime,
As a woman,
I am spilling over me,
I
Is there nothing
More important
Than beauty,
Struggles and Love
Thought?
I slowly look, 
At my smile,
As a woman,
Give me a 
Moment just to live
The meaning of life
Is to keep life
Is it to keep
Life on listening
How is it that 
I
Find some kind of similarity 
Actually,
In all honesty,
To love myself 
And yet not
Be able to share
Happiness are contradictions,
Feelings,
And 
As for me, 
I want to live
With all these wants
And all this
Love everyday.
Still speaking. 
Outside, the
Evening is engulfed in darkness.
People appeared on the street,
My eyes are filled with love
Exactly like those of
The brave women.
 

 

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Journalist, poet and editor Kamala Budhathoki Sarup specializes in reporting news and writing stories covering Freedom, Peace, Public health, Democracy, Women/Children, development, justice and advocacy from her location inside the United (more...)
 

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