By Dhanuka Dickwella
Pressed hard to a wall
Kisses sealing the lips
Softness of the body reveals
The heat was on the rise
It was taboo in her mind
An act of evil in books
Books of the holy
And in nobility
Pure lust or a touch of love
Warmth of another man
Tampering on the marriage wows
Indulging in forbidden pleasure
All she needed
A feeling being cherished
Feel being cared for
Not being just naked
In a bond written by laws
With no warmth on hold
She wasn’t ready to die
As a woman forgotten
In a story of an ignorant man
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The Asian Review 
Wow!!! amazing string of words penned, which really moved me, and the truth be told. Coming from a man who has truly understood the inner depth of a woman. Let it keep burning, your thurst for great poetry, Dhanuka.
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To Dhanuka, your ability to encapsulate such profound emotions is a true treasure. This poem not only stopped my heartbeat but also rendered me momentarily blank, a testament to its impact. You are an artist whose brilliance deserves recognition from both the universe and the world. Congratulations on creating a piece that resonates on such a deep, universal level. Way to go!
Having personally experienced the profound impact of divorce, I was deeply moved by the raw authenticity of this piece. It encapsulates the vulnerability and strength that coexist during such times. The acknowledgment that a woman deserves more than mere legality in a relationship echoes a universal truth often overlooked.
As someone who has felt the profound echoes of heartbreak, the lines, “I wasn’t ready to die as a woman forgotten” struck a powerful chord. The poet, Dhanuka, skillfully navigates the intricacies of emotions, giving voice to the silent struggles within.
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