(h) 2 (Dedications) From The Life Of An Indian Village Woman-2 Poem by Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean
(h) 2 (Dedications) From The Life Of An Indian Village Woman-2
No time to squander, no time to rest
The supervisor leering looking at her breast
Females in this country for centuries oppressed
When will it change, when will it progress?
She heads home after collecting her weekly wage
Her cheeks pinched, looking beyond her age
Her husband having picked a fight, waiting in rage
Beats her up for no reason as if crazed
Snatching the money, he heads to the arrack haunt
Its money day for him which he boldly flaunts
His family forgotten, its arrack that he wants
Abused and malnourished for years, his body gaunt
Resigned to her fate, she puts her children to sleep
Alone at last, she curls up and begins to weep
Dozes off, is rudely woken up by the drunken creep
Falling on her, his lust is unleashed
And in life not always a perfect picture, and not always the fairytale dream, as shown in this so-real portrait of (One would hope) a factisuios Lady.... And yet between the lines one can see the strangth of one said woman... Well portraide T.O......a very strong write, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
an excellent poem, TO... u paint a very true picture of the life of a poor, village woman... Asma...
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5/4/2024 10:11:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Just saw your posting of Part III so realising I'd missed this one, I came straight to it. Continuing in the same vein as the first part, this tells the story of a hard-working poor woman trying her best for her family but getting terribly abused along the way, and so far she seems to feel this is how her life has to be.... an addictive read. Now onto the last part.... Love, Fran xx