Fisherwoman Poem by AISWARYA T ANISH
Fisherwoman
I see her every morning on her way to business
Printed cloth around her legs, a red blouse
Carrying her basket of old fish, listless
She is, listless. She is fisherwoman-
Listless until her first fish has gone away.
I see her mid-day on her way from business
Printed cloth dead from the dust, red blouse
Redder from her sweat- sweet scent of toil;
She is fisherwoman-
Fisherwoman in her kisses
Red lips from her green leaves of betel
Chewed like prayer every day.
Fisherwoman in her sickness
Toenails polished with dirt
Hard skin on her neck
She is fisherwoman, born one
Lived one
And died a fisherwoman
A beautiful portrayal of a rural Indian woman done so delicately. Thanks Aishwarya.
Write comment. Good imagination, Aiswarya. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
One day in the life of a fisher woman described in a very realistic manner along with her mundane routine. Thanks for such a wonderful poem.
Loved this poem. The portrayal fisher woman 's character in this poem is just beautiful. Just a case of a happy life.. wonderful
Amazing poem about the real life of a fisherwoman, wonderful poem, masterfully rendered,5 Stas full score!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This Fisher womens portrait is really wonderful and super .thank you Aishu.