|THE INDIAN WOMAN (standard:poetry, 364 words)|
|Author: virender singh||Added: Nov 06 2003||Views/Reads: 2182/1447||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 Click here to read the rest of this story (36 more lines)
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