At her feet lay the shiny pieces
Shards of glass, a heirloom of the past.
Legacy, a burden, promises not to be broken!
Mesmerized she stands, each piece a story untold.
A mirage of images, runs across her arid eyes..
A distant aria descending among a cacophony of cries!
Sold to slavery by her own blood
Forsaken among strangers, obligation rendered!
Rootless and lonely
A streak of red her only companion!
Tasks and duties lay heavy on dainty shoulders,
Rights were not for her.
Life has to be ploughed with a buffaloes ease!
A few whips her only reward.
A route to escape
Meant disaster...........
Armed with acids, knives, kerosene and ropes
Society dictates her wants and fares!
Limits decided, mute fellowship desired,
Age and time are never on her side!
A colony on Moon may be possible,
But to treat a woman as a living being, is still distant!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems really encapture me. The wording is exquisite and the imagery so very expressive! That last statement is very powerful. I think you lay out your thoughts very well in beautiful verse throughout your poetry. They're richness makes me need to sit quietly and read, patiently and gently cultivating the the flower from the words you've planted, and that's a poetic intensity I love to see.