The dresses that they gave her,
Found their way to the bin.
Because pants, she felt,
Were more like her thing.
And every time a dress
Found its way to the dump,
He always found some way
To get hold of ’em.
And twirling around
In the pretty pink gown
He felt butterflies and happiness,
Inside and around.
Phoenix With A Pen 
A very thought provoking post, I enjoyed the way you crafted it with a melodious rhyme as well. Thanks for sharing such a lovely post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊
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Hey Sidharth! Thank you for your very kind words! And yes I will definitely check out your work asap!🌸
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Wow what a melodious insight into the life of a confused soul, what the society asks of him vs what he really wants to be.
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Yeah..Thank You! 😊
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Beautiful…😊
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Thanks Lauren!💙
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I love this! Very beautiful meaning; something that made someone feel confined is something that else would love but is confined to not be able to wear xx
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Wow I’m so pleased to see that you got the meaning so well! And thank you so much!❤️
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I found the ending a lil bit of sad 🙁
Awesome poem though 😊
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Well everyone has their own interpretations! And I am glad that you too have one! Thanks for reading it and for your feedback! 🌼
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You no need to say thanks Shreya just keep writing like this 😋😊😊
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This was certainly short but intense. Feels good to have read this, well done! Hope more people become open to this in our world. 🙂
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Yes, thank you very much! And I am sure hoping for the same!🙂
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You’re most welcome ^-^
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This is touching…..What a simple yet powerfull poem…..
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Hey! Thanks! 😊
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So brief, so crisp, dot on the target..keep it up… Looking forward for more..
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Thank you! I’m looking forward to your first post as well!
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This is intense and touching shreya i loved it good one this is so you … Simple and sensible ❤ looking forward for more and more beautiful and meaningful poetry like this… Ending is little bit sad … Hope the social message which u interpreted so well reaches to maximum 😊
All the best.
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Thank you so much Aanchal! I’m glad you actually felt the poem. And yes I am hoping for the same!💕
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Melodious rhyme💚
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❤️
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Hoi :3 I have nominated you for the unique blogger award for you amazing work! please check out the post here: https://olivesshapes.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/unique-blogger-award-%E2%97%A1%E2%99%A1/
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Hey thank you! But I think I’ll stay away from these posts for some time.. They took up a lot of time last time..but it really feels so good to be nominated! Thanks a lot! This means so much💙 and congratulations to you too!
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Haha, i agree, it is taking up lots of time right now….Have a lovely day any how (o^ ^o)
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Enjoyed the poem, not just the gender expectation/rebellion through clothes but also the recycle: one person’s garbage is another person’s treasure. Swirling in a found pretty is always fun.
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Haha yes! Thank you for this lovely comment🌼
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Profound!
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Thanks!
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It’s amazing how much emotions are there in that small poem. You are very talented and I like ved reading your posts ! Looking forward to more
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wow thank you! that is really sweet of you! I couldn’t check up your blog, it says that it doesn’t exist, do you know what may be the error? maybe you could give me some direct link?
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https://middleclassponnu.wordpress.com/2017/10/06/not-all-men-are-the-same/
I’m pretty new to blogging…would love to know you’re review:)
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Hey sure, thanks!
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