The Dark Daughter (A Poem) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The dark daughter
Sculpted on the walls
Of the terracotta temples
Depict and delineate I
The daughters of maya and moha,
Dark and beautiful
And lovely,
Mythical and mystical.

Under the heat and dust,
The sun and shower,
I see her working all daylong,
Into the sighs and sobs of her own,
A girl cheated on the path of life
Through the false promises made,
A devadasi or a sevadasi
Or a nautch girl replica.

Dark daughter, dark not, but lovely,
Someone's affectionate and dear daughter,
Maybe it not mine,
But some loving father's loving daughter definitely,
Break you not her heart,
The heart of the mythical daughter,
After all, she is also a man,
Think of her poor life.

A daughter is a daughter after all,
Give not pains to her,
Hurt not her poor heart,
Her trouble and tribulation
None has come to feel,
None has what it marauds her self,
Save the poor girl child of India!