Extended Week — Special Call for Submissions: Exploitation of Women

Send your writings for the extended week of posts based on Exploitation of women. Head to Whisper and the Roar.

Whisper and the Roar

The Whisper and the Roar Collective is extending submissions for one final week covering all areas of the global exploitation of women, from May 27th to June 2nd. We are accepting poetry, prose, fiction, personal narratives, and essays on these topics from around the globe. We are looking for writing that makes us feel, makes us think, that moves us. 

The categories we are seeking include:

Domestic Violence
Sexual Exploitation
Female Infanticide
Acid Attacks
Child Marriage

To Submit:

  • Send up to 3 pieces of original writing in either PDF or Word document attached to an email that includes your real name as well as the name you publish your writing under.  Although we prefer previously unpublished work, we will consider published work as long as it has ONLY been published on a blog. You must own the rights to any work you submit to Whisper and the Roar
  • Include a brief biography that includes a…

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Is it worth it?

“Everyone feels they are on a journey, but if you cannot see reality, you are merely on a cosmic treadmill, trapped in time. A person can spend a lifetime going nowhere”  ― R.J. Blizzard We all long for happiness, Don't we? The need to reach the pinnacle of success and to overcome all the pain we have endured through … Continue reading Is it worth it?


This post is in response to the daily prompt Infect

Megha's World

An infection
a contagion
a foreign body
trying to take over mine
never welcomed on the host body
to claim theirs what’s mine
you slowly took over my senses
and I relinquished control to you
a hapless decisions
taken so fervently
a flawed approach
at its core
It started as a symbiosis
and we were happy
being with each other
days rolled into nights
and slowly the parasite
seemed to fester
you slowly sucked away the
essence of my life, my aura
leaving me dull and pain
love can also be an infection
too hard to abstain.

This poem is in response to the daily prompt Foreign

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This post is in response to the daily prompt Thin

Megha's World

Her supple body
coupled with
nimble steps
on tight rung wire
stretched thin
on a pole top
Life a gamble between the
balance and the misstep
she takes the risk
from dusk to dawn
People are looking up
gazing at the sun
to get a glimpse of her
how skilfully she moved
from one end to another
The passerby stops and watch
with constant amaze
how easily she can spin
her body
with so much grace
When all the hungry eyes
betting on her fall
she constantly ignores
the stomach which growls.
Her daily bread is
mounted on the another
end of the wire
to bring
back the light
to her dazed
eyes is her
only desire.

This post is in response to the daily prompt Agile

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Come read my poetry feature on CandlesOnline, a humble attempt by Founder Chiradeep to showcase the works of creative and talented writers. The site is brimming with talent.

Candles Online

“There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.”

― Kahlil Gibran

You fall incessantly from my eyescovering my face and drawing a veil on my emotionsmy secret keepermy promise bearer

You roll down my cheeks as a reminder of thepromise unkeptas a reminder of my heart brokenand the shards piercingand all the bridges I have been trying 
to keep in placeyou roll down gleefullyas wishes and dreams are burnt alive

I can't cup or hold youyou are just bits of salty water you know
a reminder of my heartas it fails to contain the insatiable joy insidethe welling up of eyeswhen I can't hide the love insideI hide you behind all the curtains of the curved lip and cursed heartwhen I don't want you tosee that 

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NaPoWriMo Wrap Up – Megha Sood

Come read my contribution for the Wrap up #NaPoWriMo hosted by Carol Forrester.

Writing and Works

Megha Sood is an avid reader, loves to sing, an ardent lover of poetry and sometimes can scribble few lines too. She has worked in the IT field for almost a decade as a manager, worked crazy hours and traveled around the world. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe,Whisper and the Roar and Poets Corner.

Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords,Indian periodicals and soon to be featured in Literary heist,Morality park, Poets head and many more.

You can find her work at meghasworldsite.wordpress.com

How it started:

This is my first time taking part in NaPOWriMo as I started writing poetry last September.
Being on the author panel of few literary collectives, I was already aware of April being the National Poetry Month and I decided to roll out an anthology about the “Sexual…

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~*~ Be Considerate of Others ~*~ (Positive Quotes)

Come read Becky’s wise thoughts.

Beckie's Mental Mess

 Dede changes from the beginning of the book to how she is in the end. In the beginning she is almost as rebellious as Minerva, but as the book continues she becomes quiet and reserved. This is because of the pain and hurt she witnesses around her. Dede realizes that being quiet has a better reward than speaking out so she becomes reticent.

“Whoever gossips to you, will gossip about you.”

~ Spanish Proverb ~

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“Tact is the art of convincing people that they know more than you do.”

~ Raymond Mortimer ~

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“If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for the sake rather than for our own.”

~ Charlotte Bronte ~

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“Tact is the knack of making a point without making an enemy.”

~ Sir Isaac Newton ~

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“There is a world of practical religion in simply being considerate of others.”

~ Roger Babson ~

[Source: The Little Book of Positive Quotations compiled by Steve Deger & Leslie Ann Gibson ~*~ Picture courtesy of Pinterest]

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Poem: Shell Silverstein – “Where the Sidewalk Ends” #GoDogGoCafe #poetry #poets

Come read the works of one of my fav poets whose poems are loved by kids and adults equally.

Go Dog Go Café

Happy Monday! I’m not sure if I’ve shared this poem on here. When I was six-years-old, in grade one, my teacher used to read us Shell Silverstein poems in class. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Allarie, for grades one, two, and three, so I was able to here a few books worth of Shell Silverstein’s poems.

Many of Silverstein’s poems are written for children, but many of them also have great meaning and allusion to (for) adults.

Here’s an interesting interpretation of the poem “Where the Side Walk Ends” on Wikipedia.

Also, here’s some background info on Shell Silverstein if you’ve never heard of him before today.

Credit: Sue Zeng via Unsplash

Where the Sidewalk Ends – Shell Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

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Brave-Megha Sood

Come read my piece on the Acid attack as a part of sexual exploitation series going on at the Whisper and the Roar collective.

Whisper and the Roar

This poem is part of the series on the Global Exploitation of Women.

This post is an ode to the strong, fierce women who are survivors of acid attacks. They go through immense physical and emotional pain but still manage to rise from the ashes like a phoenix.

Approximately 1,500 acid attacks are recorded worldwide annually. But globally, 80 percent of acid attack victims are women and girls. Acid violence is categorized as a form of gender-based violence because gendered roles and hierarchies within families and society not only motivate perpetrators to commit the crime but also provide them with a sense of impunity.T he idea of this evil is not to kill but to disfigure the women.
I salute to all such woman, who after going through a life-altering incident has never backed down, never given up and showed the world the real strength of a fighting soul.
” He has changed…

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Who is a mother?

Wishing a very happy mother’s day to all the mothers out there!!

This post is in response to the daily prompt Core

Megha's World

A friendly gentle faceLaced with kindness and loveshowing and pouring her heart out to youMakes you feel be loved

A stern and a strict teacherwho dispenses life lessons will give you the toughest obstaclesbut will hold you when you fall

Though she may have a sleek body framebut as athletic as anyone can beCan do a thousand taskIn a blink of an eye, you shall see
She will stand by you through thick and thinNever leaves you aloneWipe your tears and lifts you upNo matter how far you have come along

She is the first welcome smile And the first in so many waysA million will come and goBut she will always be there
This post is in response to the daily word challenge  Athletic

Photo by Lewis Roberts on Unsplash

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Street Lights

Megha's World

paul-garaizar-1922The dimming street lights
cast a long shadow
you are taking long strides
to keep the demons away
from catching up to you

You are hiding your soul
saving it
Not ready to make a deal with
with the devil yet
the flickering light in your heart
is giving you way
While the night engulfs the
shadows away

It’s the beginning of the nightfall
the night is dense
You can’t track your guiding star
The shadows are catching up
You can only run this far.

You can knock all you want
There won’t be any
help you can find
the voyeurs in the street
would love to hear you
screaming alive.

Your hurtful pleads
can only go so far
the lights are dimming
voices are dying down
you can only run this far.

Photo by Paul Garaizar on Unsplash

This post is in response to the daily prompt  Dim

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This post is in response to the prompt Skewed

Megha's World

She moved her steps gingerlytrying not to make any mistakecarefully listening to all instructionsnot skipping any step

She always played by the rulesnever stepped on anybody's toesmade sure she made peace with everyoneand never made any foe

She obeyed the societyand never stopped beyond the normswalked on the dotted lineand never braved the storm

She followed everything to the Teealways drew within the linesNever tried to step the borderand obeyed every order

But only heaven knowsshe still can't figure whyher carefully planned lifeis waving her goodbye!
This poem is in response to the daily prompt  Gingerly

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This post is in response to the daily prompt Forest

Megha's World

An ode to amazing, strong, brave, gentle, unapologetic, unabashed, caring, independent, fierce and loving women in our lives on Women’s international day!!


Be like a waterfall
and empowering
gushing down with strength’
and the beauty for all to see
Be like a bird
a phoenix
to rise from the ashes
the world around is
trying to
crumple you down
beneath their feet
Be like a firefly
A lone warrior
carrying the light within
Be like a sky
endless in your knowledge
but still humble
to take  the sun in
Be like a lotus
sitting on the mud
carrying the light of the
enlightenment within
the beauty which the
heart adores
the peace which the
soul seeks
Be like a gushing river
shaping the rocks in
your life and
infusing the life
to those
who settles in
Be like a mountain
standing tall and true
to your convictions and

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The Clown

This post is in response to the daily prompt Laughter

Megha's World

“Despair is the constant companion of the clown.”
― Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus

robert-zunikoff-428940.jpgAs he entered the canopy
filled with laughter
and giggles
eyes filled with amaze

He jumped and stumbled
twisted and
turned his body
to see that
grin on your face

Wiped and hid his tears
in the colorful robe
hid the scars and
the screeching pain

He did all the tricks
which kept you guessing
losing the simple
games of his own life
that  people play

He painted his face
with hues of
red blue and black
hid his sorrow
behind all your backs

Churning his soul
inside out
the strikes of the brush
concealed all which
he tries to live without

With all the angst he
still manages
to keep all the balls
in the air
like it
all was a big game

Like a tainted
colored soul
you walked out
that canopy,
a living quagmire

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Megha's World

As I publish my 100th post today I couldn’t be more grateful and thankful to all my friends, readers, followers who have spent their precious time in reading my posts and have given me feedback. With almost a 1000 followers and readers from 65 countries around the world and counting.
Thanks a zillion for appreciating my little creative journey.Hope you keep reading!!


I have a window to my soulcome my loved one, join me in this world and take a strollHere the beauty is hidden behind every memoryand pain lurking in every cornerbut still, you can soothe yourselfin the warm embracein the pink and golden hue ofthe love, which I adornI have a window to my soulcome my loved one, join me in this world and take a strollYour wounds will be healed and the soul will be cleansedtire and ache…

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