Veil Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Behind the dark lock
Of messy hair
I keep in secret
The symbol of woman,
My marital status.
I use vermilion
Deep in the skin
Beyond my forehead,
In the root of hair,
Like a veil, it helps
To forget my identity.
And mend my blunders.
It cages my life
Like a taming parrot.
It kills my ambition,
My dreaming desire,
A borrowed robe,
No name of my own,
It curbs my choice.

I am a flying bird,
Chirping for a shelter
That lures my destiny.