A Mirage Of Images - Poem by Boishakhi Mitro
At her feet lay the shiny pieces
Shards of glass, a heirloom of the past.
Legacy, a burden, promises not to be broken!
Mesmerized she stands, each piece a story untold.
A mirage of images, runs across her arid eyes..
A distant aria descending among a cacophony of cries!
Sold to slavery by her own blood
Forsaken among strangers, obligation rendered!
Rootless and lonely
A streak of red her only companion!
Tasks and duties lay heavy on dainty shoulders,
Rights were not for her.
Life has to be ploughed with a buffaloes ease!
A few whips her only reward.
A route to escape
Armed with acids, knives, kerosene and ropes
Society dictates her wants and fares!
Limits decided, mute fellowship desired,
Age and time are never on her side!
A colony on Moon may be possible,
But to treat a woman as a living being, is still distant!
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