Woman Sometimes An Indian View! ! ! ! Poem by SALINI NAIR

Tradition that’s splendid
Norms that groomed
Worship that nature her
A past way that bows the motherhood

In a long parch evil that born to restrain
So as to the loneliness all shrink to themselves
On that march some fumigate the power
Values that disdain sometimes

Norms that glee sometimes
Where evoke sin at a glance
There killed girl child at birth
Later twisted and sell her for flesh

In a changed time killed her for selfishness
For self assurance or for next drama
They squeeze the blood and dust the future
A dark corner of life

If she is a shadow she is the evil
She may ruin the couplet of future
So will ruin the nature and soil
There rests the future and present

She may sink the pride in fight
She will burn the goodness in evil
Burn the throne and dash to street
All good and bad snoops in her mind

Some times in a shadow night she mourn in loneliness
The pain and fear that may sink her love
But in the corner something recalls her
She steps to pain again and again

Power that locked and restrained
So as to conquer the control of her
But rises, as monastic always
But refrain as she is the power

A dawn that spread by her
Some way she raised and is the power
Though the awkward withdrew for someone
Some shadows that follows

Still on her sufferance she is the power
But bowed to some ethics
Still the tongue is tied to the strange
Yet endure till the end

On the next strand a mother that crown
She is the power that commands the next
The future that endeavors
There prevails the nature’s mightiness

She may love without any hope
She may stretch harmony around
She may control the next dawn
She is the woman of all time…

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