A Woman Speaks Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
A Woman Speaks
A thousand flowers sprout in the bosom
The dreams of the years gone now subdued
In the wake of reality that descends
Like waves after waves on the shore
Many colors and hues now dried
The color of the rainbow appearing dull
Which once was a fairy tale
To change the gender it was once said
Cross over the rainbow
The desire was not a deal as bad
Only raised and not loved in the world
So dominant by the other gender
The uncertainty of future with its dragon teeth
Love’s mast is the only way to sail
Through the murky waters
Having loved then for years and years
The lover, the husband, brother and son
Still in search of recognition of my love
In the man’s hand is my piece of bread
In the world of natural selection
When survival of the fittest is the rule
Braved have I the way for a living in harmony
Carry not I the gun nor do I have a doctrine
Who shall then fight for my freedom forbidden
Love is the last hope as the trees and vegetables
Only that I shed tears and sighs of the brutality
The civilization has dawned on me my destruction
Greater is the temptation for when I am hungry
Sell my body or what do I give in legacy
To the younger little girls who look at me
For inspiration when love stands abandoned
Rise women of the world for let’s change the destiny
Of our lives and future and not to be consumed
By hollow words of love without any meaning
18/9/2008
'Rise women of the world for let’s change the destiny Of our lives and future and not to be consumed By hollow words of love without any meaning' Wonderful job is done,10 for it.
Dear poet SadiqullahIn, you have a brave voice telling sharply the truth ('in man’s hand is my piece of bread) and the revolutionary declaration ('Rise women, change the destiny') . Further. I believe that Peace in the 21st century will be a case in the hands of women. I give you a 10. Go on with same poems to change planet's fate! Joseph Josephides Member of the International Society of Poets (ISP) Intern.Library of Poetry awarded
being a woman i would like to tell you that your work is simply a presentation of woman not bold enough. Excepting the fact that some women have com through the whole way of thrones to success there are stil a great majority who found it difficult to overcome the struggles in the male dominated soceity
When a woman speaks, a man has to listen to. Really a man knows the needs of a woman. Sometimes he forgets his needs as well as hers. This poem is a tribute to a woman, but it is an urging to a man, too.
Wonderful rendition elegantly crafted with conviction. An insightful creation
Having loved then for years and years The lover, the husband, brother and son Still in search of recognition of my love In the man’s hand is my piece of bread //.... Great poem reflecting the hypocrisy of our male dominated society and the real status of woman through the ages. This poem is a favourite of mine now. Thanks.
Powerful piece. Thanks for standing in solidarity with those who suffer, especially the case of women in our world.
‘Love’s mast is the only way to sail/Through the murky waters’ ~ Brilliant lines …are sparkling in mist world with kaleidoscopic velour…wiping out all pallor ‘Rise women of the world for let’s change the destiny…’ we women always on our ‘Highs’ but time immemorial gender bias well all you know… congrats for sharing Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
a very compassionate poem speaking on behalf of women. its a man's world, and all the education, financial independence and multi tasking not much has changed in the male dominated society. 10 please read Celebrating Women's day and Dare to dream if you find time- same theme from a women's perspective. Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 1:52:19 AM # 1.0.0
Very good theme. Very good feeling.But not that much poetic I expected.Poetry is simple like beauty. Read more and more of Ghalib