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wOmEn EnPoWeRmEnT........

A man was gawking at me,
He has never ending looks.
He just called me towards him,
And looked differently to my opened hooks..............................
I do not know what that was,
But he just asked me to remain silent,
I did everything as per him,
And he just made me feel some thousand currents...................
Tears were rolling down from my eyes,
As well as some other fluids,
His strong hand and athletic body,
Just made a girl like me somewhat solid.....................................
I cried for help by seeing every corner,
But no one was there to help me out
With some armor and threatening word
He just warned me not to shout................................................... 
Few guys were there with some red color waters,
But they did not do anything
Because how could they miss
A live performance or something...................................................
When power became zero and alcohol percentage drooped,
He just left me there and went away,
As a cigarette in the astray.............................................................
By closing my eyes and crossing some other cruel human eyes
I came to the road and sat below a hoarding 
and interestingly there, it has written...............
We do respect women,
A woman is the full circle. Within her is the power to create, nurture and transform.


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