Women should raise her voice

A woman should raise her voice,

When justice to even one is denied,

Hands that rock the cradle,

Should not be justice denied.

Family the cradle of virtue,

Is made by you my dear,

Why shouldn't you stand for the truth,

Why should you live in fear?

Stand up speak out,

Speak and it shall be heard,

Speak for the world needs a voice,

Or you will be led as a herd.

Forget the boundaries of me and mine,

Rise up the world is thine,

When you stand up for principles,

Then this world would be fine.

Note: This poem is about how women can bring the much-needed change that society needs. It may be difficult for her today to change the world in one go, yet as she rocks the cradle she can bring the much-needed change.

You killed her, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

You killed her, 

You killed her

Don't plead now that,

I am wrong.

The day you slapped her,

The day you called her words,

I tell you killed her,

You killed her for sure.

Day after day,

As you cut her to size,

All such actions,

Were not so wise.

The flower that was yours,

Given to you, by His grace,

You choose to crush it,

You crushed your very face.

Beauty that could bloom,

In your tender care,

Has faced the heat,

There is none to care.

You have made,

A hell of your life,

I tell you just stop it,

She is your wife.

When we crush our partners,

We crush ourselves,

Making them fear us

We turn our life into hell.

A poem by R.A.Jacob.

Women are the epitome of strength and love , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Women are the epitome of strength and love 

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

No man is untouched by her grace,

Her face has the power to inspire,

Look at her your beloved,

Look at her your wife,

She is the breath of life,

Makes it beautiful and alive,

It's sure they deserve respect,

Not a word can one suspect.

From the cradle, she cared for us,

Without her even heaven were alone,

Our helper, our life breath,

Our partner, her love, always suffice.

Love has found its personification,

Love has touched your life,

We are blessed to have them,

I call it life, life and life

I don't know when it happened

I don't know when it happened,

Yet I know it took place,

She took all the roles so wonderfully,

I am just praise and praise.

Step by step, by and by,

She rose to each occasion

Step by step, by and by,

Today I wonder how can it be

Today she is my love, my life

Every breath, I breathe is for her

I wonder when did it happen

I think the world calls, its love.

Dedicated to my turtle dove

Note: How a woman takes all the roles by an by is always worth all appreciation hat's off to them

Hello Reginold, a wonderful poem, very emotional and romantic, EDDIE,

Peninnah ng'ang'a Beautiful appreciation for the one you love and to the women at large! So many times we are taken for granted, so believe me when I say, your poem is an honour to my gender! Bless you Reginold

William Willis Hello Reginold, you seem in a great place with a superwoman. Respect her and watch the love bloom! Wm. Scotland 02/04/2015 3:24 AM

Samson Iyanda An amazing poem about love. Well penned sire. 5stars. Jide Cares

Where is mother India

Where is mother India,
When you slap her in her home,
Where is mother India,
When you insult her to the core.

Where is mother India,
When you beat her with rods,
Where is mother India,
When you killed her in the womb.

Where is mother India,
When you burn her alive,
Be it on his pyre,
Be it dowry disguise.

Where is mother India,
When she is raped,
Where is mother India,
When no Voice is raised.

She is the woman,who lives next door,
She's the lady who opens for you the door,
If you can respect them,
You have honoured mother India for sure.

R. A. Jacob