पन्ने डायरी के

लगा कोई आ गया मेरे दिल 

की बात सुनाने 

और

कुछ अपनी कहने

जब नींद खुली तो 

देखा फड फड़ा रहे थे तेज़ हवा 

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Random Thoughts- m i a feminist or its my respect for women

Why she suffers always I never understand. She is not any special character here, she represents the whole females. Whenever we talk dirty it’s about girls, when we saw a girl and she expose herself intentially or unintentionally the first thought  Which come in our mind is fuck this bitch. When a man has too many girls around people call him Stud or playboy but if a girl have too many friend she declared a slut. If a girl lives in style and live an open life we called her a whore and sometimes even without knowing just from hearing rumors by some frustrated people  We start believing she is a whore. Can any one answer why all the restriction for women there is not a single restriction for man. We can easily identify a married woman by her bindi or sindoor but why the men never wear such symbols of marriage. Why we think we are always superior then women. Why we never realize the truth that without women we are nothing. If there is no women to whom we pass our vulgar comments, which satisfy our physical and other needs. And last but the most important thing that a women gives birth to a man. Can any man ever be able to give birth, no he never then why he feels so superior? Without women there is no existence of man when we understand this that day we can say men and women are not equal but the women is much superior then man  In each and every field. We think a woman is very weak in all prospectus may its mantel or physical therefore she bear all the wrong things happen with her, it’s not right she bear all just because she is much stronger but she don’t want to loose her dear ones. If she want to protest she can do anything, just imagine this scenario every women silently protest and decide not marry with any man. Can we imagine what the condition of man at that moment. Women is always more powerful than man but he don’t want to accept this truth.

निशान

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