The Dark Daughter, Oh, The Pains Of Your Living! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The dark daughter,
Dark you,
Dark the things of creation
And in the world dark,
You living lightlessly.

How to sketch you,
How to paint you,
Dark daughter,
Smiling amidst poverty and scarcity,
How to make a portrait of yours?

A small girl live you
In the hamlets and thorps
Of the village,
Cut off from the circuit of modernity
And development.

A small daughter,
Your wants and needs
The wide world feels it not,
Knows it,
Oh, you a village girl living poorly!