What will people say....?

What will people say....?

 Writing is a passion, a necessity, and this hidden talent bestowed by him is not even appreciated by the majority and after a while, they become aware of this quality, the hidden potential in me now Apparently, I am interested in highlighting the social situation through poetry, but now I have decided to convey these issues to the readers in the form of regular writing. Now only my readers will decide what is the real obstacle to the progress of women in my writing today? Made life difficult for many people, many died before their dreams were fulfilled, we live in a society where we care more about others than ourselves. We are advocates for our own mistakes, but become judges for the mistakes of others.

Readers,

 The society I am referring to today does not empower women, Eastern women want to fight for themselves or to change this society. If I speak for myself, I will be born in a free society. Despite this, Eastern society has never diminished its influence on me. There are different styles of writing, one of which is the style of poetry.

By the way, you may have met many poets here, but you have hardly agreed to meet any poet, and the real reason is the narrow-mindedness of the society which is afraid of women's advancement. I have to listen to what people will say. When I started writing poetry, I also had to face similar situations. It is a bitter truth that in this society, women are facing obstacles to move forward step by step, and it is a bitter truth of the society that instead of listening to the "words" of women poets, their appearance is more Importance is given.

Due to this, the poet has to hide his identity for his poetry. There is also a big obstacle in development.

Readers: When the first English book of my poetry, "A Bright Mind, a Dark Reflection" was published, I found it most popular in Pakistan. I could not have imagined that its readers would be from so far away. In my book, I have tried to describe in poetry the negative experiences that happen to human beings. Is forced,

I have included in my book and article in which every human being goes through such an age that he cannot be shown anything (decoration) that he cannot decide so that now when he goes away this is that weak moment. That man becomes helpless; I have unjustifiably discredited in this book the desire to get a new unblemished identity for myself and my readers to end the issue. In my book, I emphasize the point that every human being deserves respect because of whom he or she is. "Women are never defeated, they are defeated. People will be silenced by what they will say," he said.

And last but not least, the headline made you read this article.

 I want to tell the truth

 I want to color my throat

 Someone held me in your fist now

 I want to scatter in the wind

 The city will now smell of new fragrance

 I want to be perfect

 To the river flowing in heavy rains

 I want to fill it with colors

 My voice echoes to the sky

 This is how I want to get down in my head

 Everyone here is in awe

 I want to die without fear

 I have to live every moment of life

 When do I want to be afraid of dying?