If only could every woman at the well
Could have her pitcher filled; her needs fulfilled
The right to follow her own dream
If Ionlycould every woman who cried
Hot tears of guilt, submission or pain
Could be met with compassion
Fears of work in wild cities,
Fears, fears, tears.
Where do you go when you're alone?
Some do destiny follow
Some do lies swallow
An idea that abandoning roles can
Change destiny since time began.
But do you want to die alone?
Do you want to survive or plead?
What paths do you want to tread?
Why do you urge other women to follow
All the lies you had to swallow?
Village women, city women
Fears, fears, tears.
Some ideas of education and roots
Like a bamboo and it's shoots;
You hear the same discourse.
It is your own idea where your freedom lies.
Freedom from hunger, freedom from strife
Does the city then have any pity?
For one, hunger because the crops have failed;
And for the other, wageless, hunger,
For the rents have to be paid;
Pretty princess or simple maid
Every woman, everywhere.
Very nicely put. Women have so many fears and worries especially if we have children. A lot on our plate, for sure! '10! ' A nice tribute. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
This is magnificient Rani one of your best writes and you have had so many 10 Daniel
Realistically portrayed...good work Ma'am. Liked these lines the most. ......................................................................... Fears of work in wild cities, Fears, fears, tears. Where do you go when you're alone? .......................................................................... Freedom from hunger, freedom from strife Does the city then have any pity? One, hunger because crops have failed The other, jobless and hunger Rents have to be paid... ........................................................................... Wishing all women a safer & happier lives, Ranjit.
A fine and well deserved tribute Rani - - every woman who reads this will identify with it's truth...... a sincere thank you - - Fay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is your own idea where your freedom lies. So true....10 for this line only....liked your thought....