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They bless

When they come to my house, it becomes a paradise,

Their shadow makes me mesmerized.

In highways, I see them fighting with there lives,

For their existence I see them crying.

They are a life sacrificed in someplace,

A cherished gender possession in some.

Shiv having all the wrath and love,

Shakti having compassion and resilience,

A benevolent having both is a deity itself.

So when they come near you,

Have some love, show some love, and be the love.

Cause they are the form of feminine even a mother couldn’t be,

A power so masculine you can’t compete or seek.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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