Society truly progresses when women can freely express themselves, be it through a wink or a smile.This poem explores a woman's agency over her expressions.
Society truly progresses when women can freely express themselves, be it through a wink or a smile.This poem explores a woman’s agency over her expressions.
”Manikya Malaraya Poovi” she sang; She winked at me – I was shy; “Hey lady why are you shy?” She asked me “As I am a danseuse” I replied
“Don’t you smile?” she winked again “Yes I do but under the moonless sky” I replied “I want to be cute with my hero,” she winked I was shy again.
“Hey lady why are you shy?” She asked me. “As I am a danseuse without a lover” I replied.
“Will you watch ”Oru Adaar Love?”, she smiled and winked I did not reply, I just stared.
She stole my heart, the loveless heart. No I am wrong, she won a million hearts
She said “Laugh till you cry Why not give life one more try?”
I stopped dancing as I loved the song.
She sang for me for the last time,
“I wink I smile That is my lifestyle
Life is short to live with regrets Let’s wink, let’s smile let’s progress”
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Rimli Bhattacharya is a First class gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology, an MBA in supply chain management and is engaged read more...
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