THE INDIAN WOMAN (standard:poetry, 364 words)
Author: virender singh	Added: Nov 06 2003	Views/Reads: 2945/2007	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Life for an indian women is not easy but she goes on in life trying to find solace in her children.

I weep... 

I know I am alone in this universe 

There is no love for me in the streets 

I give my love to a world that does need it anyway 

I can't think of my emancipation 

It's funny if I do so 

I am always chained 

Loneliness is the only word 

With a meaning in my life 

It is always so hard to breathe 

No one to walk with me 

Maybe someday I will feel the sun 

Till then ‘their' every wish will be done 

I cry out... 

Life still goes on, as it never ends 

Estranged eyes observe my trends 

They always say forever sweat 

Filthy roads to a non-endless sleep 

My only right is to fret 

Stay up half the night hear the squalling 

I run and hide 

But the ugly shadows always creep up beside 

Now I take the final step 

Slowly open the door 

Check that all are sleeping and 

Pick up all the broken glass and furniture from the floor 

It's time to get away 

Pack up the clothes in a bundle 

I have a bruise to try and hide 

Another catastrophe to write 

Traverse the ditch in the road 

I keep moving on... 

A stop sign approximates 

In the days of yore 

There are children to think of 

Baby's asleep in the back porch 

In the cowshed yonder as long he lives 

And as long as he breathes 


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