My Lord!
I do not plea guilty.
as a vassal my fealty,
you know better than me.
Being bound by pledge of your love,
my allegiance, loyalty and devotion,
you yourself always appreciated.
But then a female child, only thirteen,
from a poor family of a minor community,
when became pregnant in our house,
and when her father was forced to marry,
her minor daughter to one of your slaves,
not from her community,
everything was shaken,
my love for you,
my trust in you,
my conjugal life,
I recollect when I became your wife,
at the age age of thirteen,
it was also a case of child abuse,
but I have forgotten it,
as I am your first cousin.
But I can't forget the case of another child,
as she became wife of an innocent slave.
Thanks to the activists,
fighting for human rights,
the case is now in a court of law.
But meanwhile,
several rainy days were passed,
several moonlit nights were passed,
and the naughty nature played its role.
The girl and the slave came closer and closer,
and they are now in love with each other.
My mutiny is against your injustice,
but I cannot challenge fidelity of mighty nature.
Very poignant and thought provoking. The is also a tacit commentary on the social evil of child marriage and child abuse. Thanks for sharing.
Thoughtful and touching.........................................................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Super poem.......Things to ponder on... The girl and the slave came closer and closer, and they are now in love with each other. My mutiny is against your injustice, but I cannot challenge fidelity of mighty nature.