Treasure Island

Bijay Kant Dubey


The Small Girl You Are Taking Away As A Bride


The small girl you are taking away as a bride,
Showing the dreams of a better living and companionship,
Have you looked behind,
Where are they taking her to,
Taking the oath,
Promising a better life,
Have you thought about,
Are they not taking her away to sell out,
To ruin her blossoming life?

O, where are they, where are they taking away
The little daughter of mine,
To which village,
Sitting her on a bullock cart
And the cartman taking her away,
Away and away from her home,
Crossing the fields and fallows,
Woods and hamlets!

A small girl she is going in her own delight,
In the delight and dream of her own,
But she feeling sad and broken
As being separated from,
Growing homesick and nostalgic,
Tears drops welling up in
And falling down,
The collyrium of the eyes
Melting.

There comes a stage when the bullock cart traverses the river bed
Near the hamlets and thorps,
The small-small boys and girls half-clothed and half-fed
Continue to be after for a while,
All those clumsy and dirty village children,
With the tooth broken,
Somebody without the shirt,
Someone with the buttonless shorts,
Holding them and running.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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