(Dedicated to all women, daughters of middle class parents who are undergoing a traumatic life in their rich in-laws house, because of status difference)
Wish I could,
Break my cage,
One last time spread my wings
Flap freely in the wilderness
Take a hopeful flight,
Out of helplessness…….
Wish I could,
Speak my heart,
One last time recite my dreams
Under the cover of brooding sky
Holding your hands
And endlessly cry………
Wish I could,
Show my tears
One last time endure the pain
Of piercing daggers and swords
Of blatant deeds
And sarcastic words……
Wish I could
Set on fire,
Myself as I silently stood
Saw them, heard them, let them do
I bled with pain
God didn’t move……
Wish I could
Even the divide,
Of powerful rich and the dismal poor
Light up every dejected daughter’s face
When her parents come
Visiting her place……...
But I could not ….I could not!
Eloquent......painful......a truely piece of art seema! ..........10+++++ as always
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'Wish I could Even the divide, Of powerful rich and the dismal poor Light up every dejected daughter’s face When her parents come Visiting her place'……... The hurting honest painful words of an average indian young wife living in a 'status sensitive' joint family... wordings beautiful and touching...especially the lines quoted above...well done, Seema 10
amazingly great and inspiring write ma'am you surely did well composed the bitter truth of life.....10+++ thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! well thought out and well penned............keep writing!