sarojini pattayat

Rookie - 20 Points (01.01.1963 / Odisha, India)

Cool Silver December Moon - Poem by sarojini pattayat

Solitude touching the horizon,
Cool silver December Moon peeping through my window,
creates a dream;
Night bird shrieks outside,
declaring the night is at its middle age.

Oh! Loneliness welcome,
You are welcome to discover me,
and my world,
that fill with the stories of
sorrows and cry of a golden woman,
just raped inside the public bus or auto,
or in the green field,
amid the hue and cry of the living thing
whom we call people of the society,
who have their soul,
but never justify they are actually
living in this world with their prestige.

December Moon, cool, silver,
inside glamor and powerful magic,
of course inviting the NEW YEAR,
approaching slowly to my world,
but, what is new?
Nobody knows,
just a past imprinted inside history,
as a lay man's story.
Woman cry everywhere for her existence,
Let's we lit a candle
to enlighten her voice
to be heard by all
in this civilization.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Protesting gang rape in Delhi and rape in this world of human i think.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 19, 2013


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