Woman's Woe Poem by vidyut chakraborty

Woman's Woe



There remain within you,
a you- the second person plural number.
At your adolescence one is a kid another is a lass.
Your hidden you incite Lass you are different
with a lot of inherent mystery, you believe it.
In your youth time your hidden you whispers
your parents' house is a nest
you have to build a separate home
and you confide on it.
In your conjugal life you learn from your hidden you
you need an extra marital one reserved
to give only love and divine sex of course one sided
and you achieve it.
Now your hidden you revolt.
It gave you all your secret dreams in reality.
You then tear it apart and
fight with your hidden you and win over.
Your hidden you disappear.
The day ends, evening journeys with primrose.
By this time your husband lost interest,
children are all grown up and self esteemed.
What you achieved in life is yours only.
You have gathered the treasure selfishly.
One by one all go away.
You find no one on your side to understand your self.
You call your hidden you and sit face to face
Say her what did you do with me
A selfish self made woman
An island from where all ships sailed away.
Defeated hidden you compromise,
take you on ride once again
to the past in your childhood
where you were not a girl but a kid only.
Innocence, naked bubbly girls played with boys.
Gender difference did not bother
Quarrels frights tears all were temporary
Life was full of exuberance and enthusiasm.
You realize you are now a woman without two houses
Your Nest is now the house of your sister-in-law
You are with many men, the extra one exited,
no mystery surrounds your body and mind,
all men take you as Persona Non Grata
not as Un Amour De Femme.
Your hidden you exit at last.
You remain a first person singular number.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: relationships
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vidyut chakraborty

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kolkata/India
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