Public to the world
Private to a fault
In the playboy's cave
Vivacious in a vault
Responsible for
Overall repetitive hygiene
Because of boys' dreams
Who dream where they should've been
Women's emancipation
Or women's enslavement
Inside an image of themselves
That one man helps paint
As people walk today
A false dream of grandeur lures
Wrapped around an enigma
That young women in life endure
What was given?
Was it hope or false desire
Involved in lust
An ash in a fire?
The end is nigh
No suffering at a Divine hand
Yet many grow remembering
What he made them understand
Some lived near the top
And in this ivory they laid their nest
Most sipped the trickle
These are one left to face the test.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem