#awareness

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  • rebel94 3w

    A man who can't embrace the lifestyle of his women, women can embrace the lifestyle of her man. This is the Equality we have here
    ©rebel94

  • angels_halo_shines 5w

    Don't Be

    The realization of my actions, you know aren't always me. My mind, it's been lost for a real long time. I put off my mental health for way too long. Don't be like me. If you need help, seek it. Don't be afraid to admit that you need help either. In my opinion, the more you deny help the worse you get. I am proof of those words etched in stone. I probably, in all reality needed help for many, many, MANY YEARS. If not more. Mental health, it's a serious issue within us that needs addressed. Many do not seek help. Like I said, it took me years to accept the fact I needed it. Now I have all these issues at once. Bipolar. ADHD. PTSD. Dysthymic disorder. Bipolar depression. Possibly schizophrenia. What has that done to my mind? Damage. I was an alcoholic. Addicted to cocaine. And so damn lost. I was chasing a high that would never be again. The high I got the first time I did cocaine. After the first time you think you can achieve it again.
    Damn you know, I was wrong. All the money just wasted, on all the 8 balls. All of it I wanted. I know now, what a damn waste. I wish I had just left it alone. It was never for me. Only I thought it was. I ended up stopping it, running out of money helped that. But, I swear I almost died. An aneurysm, I felt it in my head. My heart was pounding out my chest. I felt like death. At that moment, it scared the Hell out of me. I mean scared me. Maybe I had one & wasn't enough to harm me. Well, harm me as in death. My brain who even knows. I am here for a reason. To spread awareness. To tell my story. I am thankful I have a voice. Find. Seek. Heal. Love yourself. The rest will follow.
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • taytay_nicole424 6w

    Warning: this poem touches on the sometimes triggering subject of self-harm. Please Never be afraid to speak up and seek out help and always remember that Your life Does Matter and you Aren't alone��

    #onecuttwocutsthreecutsmore #selfharm #depression #bpd #awareness #dark #deep #poetry #poem #poet #writersnetwork #miraquill @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    One cut, two cuts, three cuts more

    It starts with one cut, two cuts, three cuts more then next thing you know you're on the bathroom floor clawing at your wrist with your own fingernails 'till you don't feel a thing anymore

    You become an addict, a junkie on the pain, clutching ice as hard as you can to keep the urges at bay

    This cursed craving starts to feel like you have it under control, you go a few months without any scars to behold until the snowball effects builds back up and you start to shatter once more

    It starts with one cut, two cuts, three cuts more and ends with you crying and bleeding on the bathroom floor
    ©taytay_nicole424

  • steffy2110 6w

    Anchor

    You amaze me everytime
    Nothing deters you,
    not my sinusoidal, not my turbulence, not my stagnance
    Like a lifeguard, I know you'll be there to catch when water fills my lungs
    How can I not reach out your extended arms, running into those inviting blanket shield
    But sometimes it's just hard to seek
    I want to lay staring off the ceiling
    Waiting for sleep to sweep off my feet
    Wishing the cogs to just slow down a mile
    Give me breather, damn it!
    is what my un-screamed scream sounds like
    Even though I know should get hold of you, when it gets hard
    Sometimes I want to feel it,
    stay under waters to absorb the sullenness, and stare into the devil's eyes, daring through my shaking body.
    Your thoughtful watch understands my need for pause
    Your patience amazes me
    Makes me tear with a mix of emotions to see you still behind me
    I don't dread the abandonment as much as I used to
    But sometimes takes in an unwarranted residence when sink in too deep
    Your bunny eyes pulls me through that swamp
    Demons are still on the hunt
    but I won't let it weaken me
    I won't let it overpower my vision
    Sometimes I think what you think of
    Sometimes I wonder would you ever regret one day
    Or feel obligated to stay
    Or be just done with
    I want you to be true as you always are, I want to see you grow even if it means without me
    You hold a special place in here
    If ever comes a day like that,
    I don't know, I don't want to imagine, but still the devil whispers finds its way anyway
    I don't know what holds ahead, neither do I want to know nor do I want to plan,
    I just want you to know, you have rented a part of me and nothing can vacate it not even the physical void,
    I wish all the good upon you, always, but know that your name will be forever etched in the deepest cells,
    and I will always have that like a charm, because you're my anchor!

    ©steffy2110

  • wolf_of_darkness 9w

    paw prints
    Soft licks
    Pidder padder of their dog collars
    Puppy love to dog love
    Cute baby's that make our love shine ��
    Why waste and neglect their love when they only want us.. ©wolf_of_darkness. My mum saved her. She was roaming the streets and almost got hit by cars, also being attacked by a dog…..Her old owners abused her and neglected her..They threw her out of their house a week before my mum found her.. She is little Roxanna and she is a sweetheart �� I am glad my mum found her today before it was to late… Wish us luck����
    #creativeWriting
    #WritingContest
    #awareness

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  • angels_halo_shines 14w

    Impressionable World
    (Part 1)


    Too many fake personable expressionistic narcissistically characteristics in close proximity.
    Unbearable to me almost always.
    I have to the old, gotta remove myself from it all. Immediately. That’s never fast enough, unfortunately. To be impressionable, why isn’t being yourself enough? Why put a mask on, for people to see a characteristic of your choosing, version of you? I see this in many people, unfortunately. Hiding your most unique ideas & pleasures mostly because you are afraid of the judgement being passed.
    So what. I say let them pass their judgement. It shows there empty personalities & narcissistic madness going on inside their minds. All they know is how to flip on a button for their mask mode.

    It must be a simplistically rationalization for them. It isn’t for me.
    I won’t ever understand it. Masking mode, it’s not for me. I don’t know how to be anything else but myself at all times. We all have our characteristic traits. The ones that define us. The ones that make us our unique selves. Uniquely us. In a world that is so fast to throw judgements on another being. Some push & push more until a small child can’t tolerate anymore. As they were as tolerant as they could have been given the circumstances. Imagine being bullied & bullied until you wanted to die. I wonder how those children are raised.
    Maybe in a home where judgement day was every day for them. So hey we can take it out on someone else just like dad does me. That’s not who they are. That’s who they have become. A learned behavior. Hiding behind a mask to bully another being.

    When does bullied get their chance? Because they are who they are. There are no masks available. See they were not raised to hide behind who they aren’t. They are who they are. Period.
    So be it. I mean if others can’t deal with it, just leave them be. It’s so very simplistic a young child can understand. We have teenagers & young adults bullying the innocent & vulnerable. Just so they can feel better about themselves. I mean I guess. Then they go home to the alcoholic dad, that then bullies them. Night after night, day after day. Intoxicated, ferocious, subsequently attacking behaviors. Such behaviors lead to self hate & a need for control. To control all they can because without it they feel powerless. A hatred built off their own fear, but seeming superior & almost grandiose.
    Nobody knows what goes on inside a childs mind when treated that way. Most can speculate. Some may know but too afraid to speak up. Keep that in mind next time you feel the need to bully someone. That it could be you on the other side of that fence. How much could you take? As much as you have given of yourself? I know that answer but I will let you ponder on that. Bullying is ignorance. Just because it was taught to you doesn’t mean you do onto others. Make it end. Do get help, someone will listen to you.
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • spirit_13 15w

    Awareness

    All truths , all lies
    All insights , all delusions
    All dangers ,all comforts

    Appearing and disappearing
    expressing the shine of
    the eternal jewel
    called awareness.
    ©spirit_13

  • iammartariq 14w

    Killed to get rid of someone? Remember, everyone carries a soul that may wander forever ©iammartariq

  • b_gotti 18w

    Tragically Forsaken

               She wears my role like a crown, I watch her ascend. When, while it was mine, we all nearly drown. In the end, I couldn't face putting my son in the ground. So ashes to ashes we all fall down. 

               Into the madness I boldly go. Yes I am a crazy bitch, but this you already know. I am told my reality is not, but a glitch . My kindness for weakness the final blow. Dealing with the cards I have been dealt has given me a twitch. So to cope With emotions I flipped the switch.

                Cold as ice, it is now time to think twice. Emotions now gone my tongue will surely slice. Like a knife straight to the heart, it will rip you apart. The will to care dead from the start. Misery shoots out from my very existence like a dart.

                I see the pain i should feel and try to remain sane, but inside my brain is a black stain. Where nothing is gained. Just darkness scattered by the rain. My emotions stay detained waiting for any control I can regain then actually retain.

                Hours to days then days to weeks. When I finally clear the haze, my outlook is bleak. The ones who are around me seem dazed and weak. Obviously, a battle's been fought and not without high cost. Surrender was sought, but now I am just lost. To the wind caution was tossed.

                 Now alone I stand in my own blood. Blood that soaked the land until nothing is left but dirty red mud. 

                 Nobody to care. Nobody who would dare love the girl with a devoided blank stare. Nobody to see inside she's bare but they also miss how, honestly, her courage is rare as is her persistence against despair. 

                  When all is said and all is done I will have to answer for all of the blood. It will be me who is to answer for the death of my son, and it will not matter how many horrific battles I have won. My judgment at the end of days will come down to the perception, of only one.  

                  My faith is broken from too many times of him ignoring the desperate prayers I have spoken. I can not make myself believe all the words in the Bible because, it's man who wrote them. So the fires of hell are waiting for me. Listen. Even now I hear my demons stoke them. It was always going to end that way it is not like I provoked them.

                   Since birth I have always felt forsaken. All happiness in my life is eventually taken. By God's will, or was it really satans? Inside my self was the only place I have ever felt strength in. Turns out, that is the place I went when my mind was breaking. Though even there I could feel my soul shaking and feel all the immense pain my body was in.

                   Could his evil have truly found me when I was the young age of 3? If so, where was God's love then to save me? Why has it never found me or set me free? 

                   As I feel satans horn push deeper inside, he stays astride. I know there is not a place on earth I can hide. I can not help but wish, I'd never been born. That way I'd have never felt my soul being torn or hold the knowledge that due to my scars, It's my dead child I'll always mourn. Who's to decide if I should stay alive? What if the guy with the crown of thorns never meant for me to survive? 

                   Until fate decides what is to be my destiny, here I will remain faithful to my misery. Living a life of banditry. Aggressively rejecting what was never meant for me. Forever seeking the love and peace promised to me, by the very same one who forgot it was he, that was supposed to save me. 


    Somebody please set me free.

    ©b_gotti

  • squeaker 19w

    I tend to reflect on my mental state a lot..writing is my therapy when I cannot afford to go to actual therapy. #mentalhealth #CPTSD #PTSD #awareness #depression #anxiety

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    The War

    These battles have left me bruised and broken in a war he started.
    Left me with nothing but Trauma from the moment he departed.
    I have fought so long and so hard to find my way back from this.
    But sometimes, I find myself sinking further into the abyss.
    I thought I found a way to drop some weight... to help me swim.
    But the light of the surface only seems to dim.
    Lying to myself has become the only way to breathe,
    even though the lies do nothing but make my emotions seethe.
    They boil over sometimes, I've tried to stop it..
    spilling over until I drown where I sit.

    Nightmares all blur together at this point, no sense in remembering the details these days.
    The fabric of reality always splits open, leaving me clinging to the ends as they fray.
    They say to live in the moment, take it one step at a time.
    But living in a moment where you feel nothing but fear, is an unforgivable crime.

    Shame is a hell of a word, and I hate the way it tastes.
    I am not ashamed of the war I've waged within myself for all these years, it hasnt all been a waste.
    Ive seen my friends and family laugh until they cried
    Been there to pick them up when their loved ones have died.
    I have sung to the moon and stars when the nights seemed too silent.
    I have cherished the sun and clouds before the weather turned violent.
    I have shook the hand of the devil and wished him the best.
    I have cursed God for every soul he has taken to their final rest.
    The good times are always great until they come to an end.
    If this war has taught me anything, it is how to bend.

    Bend, but never break.
    That is what I whisper to myself with every breath I take.

    You don't have to understand anything I say,
    I am not asking you to remember every line.
    Just keep in mind the war that is raging within me
    every time I say, "I am doing just fine."

    ©Eryn Ricketts

  • squeaker 20w

    ~Fight, Flight or Freeze~

    My "Crisis Mode" is an assured destruction.
    A cataclysmic event taking away rational function.
    A riptide pulling me away from shore
    Dragging me deeper until I drown in my core.

    ©Eryn Ricketts

  • ndeenda_elao 20w

    Suicide

    Hopes and dreams
    Have been lost
    Laughter and smiles
    Unknown to none

    I took away the most
    Precious of souls
    In the most gruesome
    Of ways

    Made them feel
    Unloved and unwanted
    Planted doubt and used it
    As a weapon of destruction

    How do I assure them
    I am not the way out
    How do I convince them
    There's more to life

    How do I tell them they're
    Loved more than they know
    How do I tell them they're
    Needed more than they think

    The sobs of broken
    Mothers torment me
    Their agony surely felt

    My victims were
    All undeserving
    Please don't cut.

    NO MORE!

    ©ndeenda_elao

  • squeaker 20w

    I have no memory of writing this in 2015, but apparently I did lol #mentalillness #PTSD #awareness #depression #anxiety

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    Mental Illness (2015)

    It's like your own personal monsters under the bed that mom and dad cant see...

    It's like a nagging whisper or scream that just wont let you be....

    Its the icy water that hits you like a thousand needles...

    Its the numb that spreads like a million marching beetles....

    The emptiness that fills the mind with ache...

    It comes in waves like water kissing the shore of a stormy lake...

    Never ending
    Never bending.
    Always Breaking
    Never fading.

    They say the light is always at the end, you just gotta keep walking...

    But you'll never see the sun until you start talking.

    ©Eryn Ricketts

  • squeaker 20w

    Just Out Of Reach

    "I am attracted by the light
    But grew to fear it.
    Always willing to stand and fight.
    But frozen where I sit.

    The shadows promise safety
    This darkness is my home.
    These corners dont leave me shakey.
    Just balanced on the waves like sea foam.

    The noise is vibrant
    It's intriguing to me.
    Leading me like a tyrant
    Promising I'll be free.

    The silence promises forever
    Within these walls it lingers.
    Leaving me broken like a fever
    Reaching for happiness with these fragile fingers.

    Just out of my reach
    But too scared to move.
    They say "practice what you preach"
    But these edges aren't smooth.

    They are jagged and sharp
    The promise of blood on my palms if I try to climb....
    This hole is too deep
    IM RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!

    The struggle is suffocating
    No air left to breathe.
    This mental static is breathtaking
    No space for relief."

    ©Eryn Ricketts

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 21w

    It's a glaring injustice in this world that we don't offer the males of our species the same support and healing that we offer to female survivors of rape and sexual assault. I'm here to shine the light of awareness on this matter, in hopes that it may soon change for the better. No one should suffer the agony of such a heavy burden alone. NO ONE. And when proper support and healing are provided, in the place of the victim stands a victor. Let's give everyone that same opportunity. Thank you for reading.

    FROM VICTIM TO VICTOR
    A violator came
    And advanced on a young son
    He then rendered him immobile
    And be-stilled his mortal tongue

    A violator came
    And reigned terror on his prey
    The damage he inflicted
    Still exists in present day

    A violator came
    And he took all he could take
    Did he ever even notice
    All the damage in his wake?

    A violator came
    And two parents hearts were broken
    For their son let two years pass
    Before a word of this was spoken

    Fear and anger came
    And agony untold
    Would he be ok again?
    What would his future hold?

    The path to wellness came
    With both parents at his side
    No longer lost and broken
    No longer would he hide

    Forgiveness finally came
    For it must be understood
    That a violator's life
    Could not have been too good

    Yes, a violator came
    But he's not here any longer
    And because of what he did
    The family's bond is now much stronger

    A new life course was set
    Gone away, those unheard screams
    And the boy, who faced so much
    Was finally free to chase his dreams.
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 8/29/2021

  • deerfuture 22w

    Awareness

    For what i beleived,
    I get it now,
    The truth of life,
    Is to be aware of.

    Aware of
    The breaths,
    The mother Earth,
    The loved ones,
    The blessings,
    And the love around you...
    ©deerfuture

  • anonymous_aj 24w

    #death #relief #mentalhealth #awareness
    #notosuicide #talkwithpeople #makethemfriends #theyneedyou
    Mental health is a thing right now and people needs people.
    Help if you see someone in distress.

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    Death

    Putting its cold hands around the neck,
    suffocating people and taking out their life,
    criticised by all for taking away the loved ones.
    But
    Sometimes death is relief.
    Embracing the silence of death a lot better than
    Dying a little everyday, getting life sucked out from every inch, living like a walking dead.
    People expire long before their body does.
    ©anonymous_aj

  • mr_stellar 24w

    Lɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅsᴛ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss. Bᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇɴᴇss ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ.

    #Philosophy #Light #Truth #Darkness #Awareness #Good #Evil #Life #Lifestyle #Right #Wrong #Neon #Modern #Contemporary #Light #Hope #Fantasy #Future #Motivational #Inspirational #Confidence #SelfHelp #Belief #English #Classic #Literature #POD #TOD #WOD

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    Reign of Light

    Dᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴅʀᴏᴏʟs ᴏɴ ᴍɪɴᴅs.
    Rᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇs ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜʟᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀʟᴇss ᴋɪɴᴅs.

    Dᴀʀᴇɴᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀᴛᴇ, ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟ ᴏғ ʟɪᴇs.
    Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴀɪʀᴄᴀsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ, sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ʟɪᴇs.

    Wɪʟᴅᴇʀɴᴇss ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴜᴍᴍʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ.
    Iɴᴡᴀʀᴅɴᴇss ɪs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜs ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ!

    Pʏᴛʜᴏɴᴇss ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ ʙᴀʟʟ.
    Rɪᴛᴢʏ ᴍɪʀᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ʟɪғᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, Tʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴ ᴇʟᴏɴɢᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ.

    Tʜᴇ Nᴇᴏɴɴᴇss ɪs ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ɪᴛs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ.
    Mʏ sᴇɴsᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪʀsᴛ ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ sɪɢʜᴛ.

    Tʀᴜᴇɴᴇss ɪs ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴀᴛ ʙᴀʏ, ғᴀᴋᴇɴᴇss ᴍᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀs ɪᴛs sᴀʏ.
    Nᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ sʜɪɴʏ & ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴀʀᴇ sʏᴍʙᴏʟs ᴏғ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʏ.

    Gᴏᴏᴅɴᴇss ɪs ᴏᴍɴɪᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ɢʀᴇʏs.
    Pᴇʀᴛɴᴇss ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ, ɪғ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ's ᴘʀᴇʏs.

    Tʜᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Tʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ.
    Rᴇɪɢɴ ᴏғ Lɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ sᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ʀᴏʟᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛ; ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ.

    © Sᴛᴇʟʟᴀʀ Rᴀᴍ 2021

  • _sonakshiwrites 25w

    Tales of my life
    Today , after so many decades I feel , I understood that I don't maintain the equation with my mother that a child maintains with their mother.I feel that is why I couldn't tell my mother about my first heartbreak or when the thoughts of suicide surpass my mind when suicide was nothing compared to the pain I felt in my heart. It was not a physical pain but a mental pain so I feel the main cause of suicide, depression is people does not understand another people . I hoped that it should not happen with the coming generations .


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    Tales of my life

    Pain isn't only external , but also internal.
    ©_sonakshiwrites

  • anuradhasharma 46w

    जो , असली दौलत का मतलब न समझा ।
    वही , दहेज़ मांगता है ।
    ओ , बेवकूफ़ इंसा ।
    धनलक्ष्मी से ही धन लूटता है !



    ©anuradhasharma