Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


The Dark Daughter Smiling In The Dark Hamlet Home


The dark daughter smiling in the dark sun-burnt hamlet homes
Against the backdrop of the hills
Dark and shining blue in the falling sunlight
Even in the midst of poverty, illiteracy and superstition,
Malnourishment, backwardness and underdevelopment.

The dark daughter smiling, lisping, calling with love, papa,
So careful and affectionate,
But reared up poorly,
Working and dutiful,
But a neglected female baby of India,
The poor tale of poor India.

The dark daughter labouring and toiling hard,
A small girl-child of India,
But neglected and deprived of,
How to view her, view
And say about?

Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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