Raindrops cannot standstill on the umbrella
They slide off like tears from the eyes.
Eyes brim with emotion
Either to be wiped away or gulped down for the sake of anonymity.
Cry they must
But let the tears be known?
It is question to be pondered upon.
What will be the result?
- - Emancipation or further condemnation?
Even the tears of women are possessed.
The heralds of the society hold the key to the emotional valve of women.
Pain is supposed to drain through the eyes.
But the eyes that dare to drain these tears are forsaken forever.
Cabined, cribbed, confined, bound
Jettisoned to disrepute
Not only their own but of their entire families.
So the family too turns antagonistic towards her.
They rein in their femininity.
Make it a taboo to be a woman.
Even try to get rid of them before their birth.
Charity begins at home
For Indian women
Domination....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem