O Lord Poem by Om Chawla
O Lord
Behold O Lord, behold this scene,
A woman selling her body away,
Dancing to the rhythm of coins
She must warm thy domestic curs:
She has a belly she must fill,
Thou deny her bread;
She was born and so must live,
Thou deny her death.
Immoral! Yes she is
But thou drivest her to this;
For thy worthy sons
Out of morality must not step;
And she must live a fiendish life,
For the poor soul is so cursed to breathe. [1955]
its really a beautiful poem while majority may pity or curse those they call Fallen but none will step on the mud restore humanity in a human heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 5:10:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very sad situation! This poem written fifteen years ago has still relevance! The condition of India hasn't changed much! The position of women has only deteriorated..... the poor lot are still in the same plight! Women are forced to sell their body to satisfy their hunger and to feed their family! Who or what is to be blamed.... God who created them poor or the social and political frame work in which they are a part! We cannot say.... a poem profound and touching!
Thanks for appreciation of its relevance even today. This poem was written by me in 1955 i. e. some sixty years ago.