Every day she sees hundreds of men
And women
Some in the streets and some in the park
But not too many men and women
She speaks to
Or smiles at
Not because she doesn't want to
But only to be a good gentle lady.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, of course the cult of the 'good gentle lady', well defined Bakuli.. But maybe, if she stayed at home and cooked and did chores and took care of her children while of course giving birth to a few more, she might have been more 'gentle'.. Strange that she is outside the home.. That's outrageous for a lady! P: S: A really well-penned poem here.. You are really good at putting a point without being preachy.. That is really, really admirable.. Thanks for sharing..
thank you... souren!