She held her head high.
Her soul on the other hand had to bow to the society.
So she hung herself later that year.
An aloof soul trapped in a transient world.
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March 19, 2017 at 11:15 am
So quick so sad and such a tragic tale to a story
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March 19, 2017 at 11:38 am
So touching N sad !!
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March 19, 2017 at 12:47 pm
Oh how sad!
March 19, 2017 at 6:58 pm
Your words paint a picture of loss in my mind. Sad and thought provoking.
March 19, 2017 at 9:32 pm
Society demands much too much of nothing from those who become aware. Then self-administered death is the greatest and best choice.
March 19, 2017 at 11:50 pm
This is very, very good!
March 22, 2017 at 10:13 pm
No matter what may come ,keep your head high ,this world is not for weak
March 23, 2017 at 9:02 pm
I know exactly what she was feeling. Societies can — and far too often do — crush the spirit out of people, alienate them from themselves, leaving them unfulfilled and feeling their lives are meaningless and boring.
March 24, 2017 at 7:40 pm
Hey. Could you email me. I’m interested in seeing how we can work together on a blog post. Thanks.
March 24, 2017 at 9:39 pm
I appreciate your interest but I’m sorry, I don’t collaborate.
Love and peace.
March 24, 2017 at 9:41 pm
Thanks anyway. I appreciate reading your blog. Stay positive. 😀
March 24, 2017 at 9:45 pm
Thank you! Happy blogging to you too.
March 29, 2017 at 4:11 am
Sigh. Sad ending. There’s the conflict between what we want or who we are, and what society wants or who it believes everybody should be. And when we can’t deal with that frustration in any other way, we try to regain power and rid ourselves of the conflict through suicide. Interesting work.
April 3, 2017 at 11:26 pm
Touching and sad. Thank you for stopping by PoeticChampions.com. Write on!
April 6, 2017 at 1:45 am
Made me sad. Social conditioning sucks.
April 9, 2017 at 11:05 pm
April 10, 2017 at 5:34 am
The choice we think we have to make, give up who we know we are to become who they say you are. In a short verse you have capture the sorrow of a soul ignored.
April 11, 2017 at 12:53 pm
Good: getting to the point in 3 lines. other excercise could be to exercise on a winner. not necessary a politician… regards
April 13, 2017 at 6:58 pm
April 22, 2017 at 10:59 pm
Um, I have no clue who this person is or what happened to her, this poem needs more context. I have no connection with this girl, like I might if I knew more.
April 23, 2017 at 8:41 am
Society happened to her.
You are not suppose to know who that person is because that’s not important. This is a generalised poem about what society does to people when they put forth their ideas or try to pursue what they love or try living in a lifestyle they please. There’s no more context to it except that the society is more like an Indian society because I don’t know much about others so I can’t generalise them.
April 24, 2017 at 9:57 am
April 23, 2017 at 11:46 pm
May 2, 2017 at 11:45 pm
Brevity suits the topic. Liked it!
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