Eve,
Wrapped in the wrong body,
fights with the coincidences.
some times,
She gets slaughtered in the sleep
some times,
Axe falls on her
accidently.
some times,
A wandering bullet
consumes her breath.
some times,
Stove-burst becomes a funeral pyre.
samiya wonders,
why a young boy has never been consumed by co-incidences?
what's in her body that charms the bullets, axe, stove-burst?
whiff of air whispers!
'you are trapped in the wrong body.'
samiya wonders!
'what's wrong with her own body? '
Another great write addressing a very crucial cause. another 10/10 dear. No women arent created in the wrong bodies, but they are trapped in the wrong bodies that utters the death sentence, as men are created with the wrong minds and perceptions in most cultures, even in many so called progressive societies. yes i hear a lot about (accidents) happening to women in India, Pakistan and Bengladesh and certainly over the bride price or let's say dowery. Sadly enough the same happens in Pakistan and Bengladesh which are supposed to be Islamic countries where the HUSBAND and his family are to pay the dowery and not the opposite. and we hear later of the demise of the poor young bride. If we go back to Islam and its teachings, women are to be provided with everything and taken care of, pampered, and all their needs answered by the husband who is to be the bread winner, not the opposite. Alas, we went against all teachings of our religion, unfortunately. When are we going to wake up?
A beautiful marriage of writing instrument with the pining to express, granite of issue needed liberation from temperature and pressure of our stifling paradigm. Sounded even more piquing in backdropp of Abida’s “shel ghot theyaan unmot theeyan Best, rehan
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nothing wrong with her own body, everything wrong with the minds of those male chauvinist pigs! excellent poem....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's great Xoubiya, i liked the way she wonders... but it's the eternal conquest of how's Eve's body is a dilemma... read my seventh quatrain of my Eve's and u r gonna like it ;) good work, bye sunshine :)