I look at them <br />And want to tell <br />About secrets of woman <br />Who is human too? <br /> <br />I feel angry <br />When people cause worry <br />With there scant remark <br />When I really want to start <br /> <br />I feel pity <br />When they show anxiety <br />At me and throw <br />Words of no worth to grow <br /> <br />Am I not being the child? <br />Of same creator who was kind <br />To bring me on this earth <br />With beautiful face and life to be worth <br /> <br />My eyes turn full of wrath <br />And force to take deep breathe <br /> I inhale with deep satisfaction <br />But exhale with no explanation <br /> <br />I am as ordinary as simple woman <br />Show respect at every turn <br />People may be after my outer appearance <br />I give them no chance <br /> <br />Yes, sun is about to emerge <br />I am out of bed and think of last night's page <br />I had put my views with frankness <br />I feel fresh shine on face<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-to/
