Metaphor Poem by Saugata Chakraborty

Metaphor

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A few of my lady colleagues
Were asked once to draw
Pictures of objects that define themselves
Most of them drew a tree,
Full in its bloom
If you would have cared to listen
Chirping birds could have been heard-
Some of them copied while others
Had fallen for the glory attached to martyrs.
Yet one created something else on the paper-
A blackened cloud, that could never become rain.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In India, a lot of importance is attached with the sacrifices made by the wife and the mother in order to ensure a vibrant family life. This is often symbolised by a tree which selflessly provides shelter and food to the visiting fauna. The idea that the women should always make tis sacrifice is so entrenched in the minds of now middle-aged ladies, that when a group of twenty were asked during a workshop on gender sensitivity to draw a picture that describes themselves, fifteen came up with the picture of a blooming tree, while only one lady drew something different and unique, probably to speak what she has considered to be unspeakable throughout her life.
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