Treasure Island

Udaya R. Tennakoon


Teej woman


Everywhere in Nepal
Likewise a garden blossomed red roses
Seemed to be fascinating sceneries
One can think it is like a
Revolution done by communist women
But it's a myth or may be an exaggeration

A few days happiness
Given by Hindu Tradition
To feast, to dance and to enjoy
Not for them almost
But for the sake of husbands

Fasting for good health and
Prosperity their husbands
To control their lives

A symbolic happiness
Eternal sorrow in it
Finishing day today works
Shouldering in bound burden
Into their souls

Keeping beauty
For sex, showcase and then
Bends backs to the other of rest.

God created and
After destroyed
Given deriving from
Tradition to the sign

A rose of slavery patriarchy
Naturally go drying and eliminating
To the Sun of god husband

Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012
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