No,
I won't read your poems
Sulked my teenage daughter
Why your poems
Tell only of unhappiness
Have you not felt
Our love for you?
Oh Yes
I have seen
How my children protect me
Like a fort
If they see me hurt
Then why I write
Poem after poem
That speaks about rain
I tried to explain
What I write
Is not my story only
I have seen
My mother, sisters and aunts
Wiping their tears
silently by their Anchals
I have seen
Dolly, Milly, Shelly
Whose fathers
Arrange their marriage
On their way to a market
They do not care
If the girls die
By hanging or burning
Some die
Without leaving a trace
My daughter did not agree
Said
You have seen only
Dolly, Mily, Shelly
And girls who had no names
Look at me
I am not one among them
I am Pragyan(Wisdom)
I am Pallabi(leaves)
I am dream
I am light
One day, like Kalpana Chawla
I will soar into space
I will decorate
My ten corners
With colors of
My dreams.
The poem is beautiful....! But more than it, I love the drawing done by your daughter! Lovely! It is always a pleasure to have a daughter that I am not privileged to enjoy! Instead I have two sons.... not old enough to marry and bring a daughter home!
Thank you Madam for appreciation of this poem..I will convey your words to my daughter.
Very beautiful poem.....perfect picture of mother and daughter relationship... A Dreamful life affection...and aspirations...
The daughter urges for joy and not for grief through poetic expression. There is no need to hide face at each moment. Life is cheerful. Tear falls from her eyes but we can make a choice of transformation of grief into happiness. A brilliant and excellent poem is very well penned..Revisiting this poem we feel glad.10
Liked the poem, liked the portrait made by your daughter and liked her thoughts as well.
Thank you so much Akhtar Jawadji.You have a very kind heart and so are your words I am deeply obliged.
Your daughter is a talented artist! I have only sons, so I really enjoy reading poems about mothers and their daughters and the legacy of women. As a female poet, you've added your voice to the life of women that often is left silent. By being award of the challenges of being a woman, you've raised a strong one with a strong voice. Beautiful writing. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
colors and dreams are there with the girls, let her measure the sky.
Let her measure the sky- - -Thank you for your kind comments.