#Mitta Xinindlu
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"I've never experienced true love until I loved my own child." – Mitta Xinindlu
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A WOMAN ROBED IN GOLD
Most sensitive and refined woman,
you who does not venture to set her feet on evil grounds.
You will plant and cultivate beautiful children.
Lucky is the seed that will fall upon your womb.
Life and prosperity have been set before you.
Joy and goodness await you.
Laughter and tears of celebration have been selected for you.
Lucky you, for you will never taste adversity.
Humbled woman, you
who knows no rebelliousness.
You whose neck is not stiff,
and whose eyes are free of lust.
Lucky is the hand that will have yours forever.
Your beauty provokes jealousy.
You who is ridden like the heights of the land.
Men see you and flock at your feet.
Women see you and get enraged.
They hate you from the depths of their souls;
due to your ageless beauty.
Lucky is she who birthed you.
May your womb be blessed
with a healthy ground for a healthy seed.
A seed that will fall upon you,
and produce anointed roots.
May your breasts be blessed
with gallops of milk
to feed your roots and help them bloom
to be beautiful roses such as yourself.
Lucky is she who bore a rose
whose thorns will be as equally attractive as its leaves.
May your face be favoured
when you stand in front of the kings
and leaders of this world.
That when you crack your beautiful smile,
they may see the blessed soul
that is implanted deep within your temple.
Lucky is the man who'll dwell in that temple.
May you find favour
with both men and women.
That when they see you,
they wish to protect you,
from war, harm, malice, and jealousy!
Lucky is the groom who will crown you with his name.
Most sensitive and refined woman
whose beauty cannot be described
in written or spoken words.
May you find peace, love and laughter
from all the gates that will harbour your feet.
Lucky is he who will be your companion in your journey.
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Human Trafficking
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What freedom are we to find
when our restless minds
are enslaved under the chains
of human trafficking?
What freedom do we preach
when our females breathe
through enraged wounds?
They are used and abused,
left in caves alienated and bruised.
What is this language we speak of
when we talk about the law,
since the human right clause
is ignored and flawed?
Whom is it protecting
because here we are protesting?
Isn't this law ought to save
the bodies of young females?
Isn't this law ought to be brave
and remove females from sex frames?
Instead, it chooses for women and children to die
leaving their loved ones with no goodbyes.
Human trafficking, I say,
has made enough money for the day.
ー Mitta Xinindlu
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#mitta xinindlu#quotes#quotes about newborns#Hold your newborn as much as you want to. Show affection to your newborn. Reassure your newborn. Do not listen to those who tell you not to#news#writer
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#mitta xinindlu#quotes#motivational#inspirational#body and soul#“Your body has no power over your soul. Your body is only a vehicle to get the soul to its intended destination.” ― Mitta Xinindlu
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BROKEN CLOCK
Songs of sorrow sprung from my heart;
All I could think about was us falling apart.
Your mind was fully alarmed.
As such, there was no time to talk.
No words, only caughs;
I screamed like a bear
whose seared skin had fully bled.
I saw your face melt into tears.
Picture once perfect,
then turning into sharp spears.
Could I have saved us?
I thought, “it’s a must”.
There’s nothing on the book short;
I did all that I was taught.
Beauty slowly faded into pain.
Sad eyes, nothing but distain;
parched lips, heart fully stained.
I broke us;
I lost our love in the wind.
This night marks our broken limb;
It seems, the scars are sealed.
Nomore clock for a token.
Our future is broken;
The past, we became.
Oh! What a shame.
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“After all the painful accusations, came the mighty truth and whispered, “you’re free." { Mitta Xinindlu }
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" We must stand firmly against Injustice and against those who promote it." { Mitta Xinindlu }
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"It's your own pace, race, and phase." { Mitta Xinindlu }
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"It's your own pace, race, and phase." { Mitta Xinindlu }
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"It's your own pace, race, and phase." { Mitta Xinindlu }
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"They provoke you but when you defend yourself, they cry victim." {Mitta Xinindlu}
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“They provoke you but when you defend yourself, they cry victim.” { Mitta Xinindlu }
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“They provoke you but when you defend yourself, they cry victim.” { Mitta Xinindlu }
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“They provoke you but when you defend yourself, they cry victim.” { Mitta Xinindlu }
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“They provoke you but when you defend yourself, they cry victim.” { Mitta Xinindlu }
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