I awaking from the life
like awaking from the dream
I wear my fake mask
First as a Daughter
Then as a friend
After as a beloved
Finally as a Woman
All are playing
to their own tunes
My soul plays the saddest tones
like a broken guitar
inner soul
coming from vessels
trying to play
a liberation song
A music
which was
stagnated for many centuries
in my heart
overflowing
from my eyes..
I erase
My lived
feet tracks
in my weeping corners
I break the
sweetest tone of power
I passed the survival
as a
productive machine
where my feet is going
there I travel in my way..
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A woman's feelings so beautifully expressed. My soul plays the saddest tone...music overflowing from my eyes. Wonderful images.
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An insightful depiction of the voyage of womanhood that's fraught with emotional challenges, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Kauthami. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.