I saw worry lines on her face
She was not at all happy in any case
She had been abused and molested
It has been kept secret as requested
She bled a lot
As she bravely fought
But it proved futile
She was left alone to die
She is feeling hurt now
But refuses to part
Any of her feeling
It is secretly killing
I notice her quest
For doing best
But past memory fails her
There is need for her shining hour
She is turning past pages
Childhood has gone with age
She is now fully grown
With an identity of her own
This kind of atrocity in woman shall continue
Women may suffer but may not be viewed
They need to be fully organized
The banner of revolt must be raised
“Mom, I shall never find “ she confided once
The honorable path of any kind”
This past memory kills me from inside
The opinion from soul and heart clearly divides
I felt so sad being mother and woman
I was sore at being treated as inhuman
She has passed critically and withstood
I can never forget it and well understood
Alan Green 'Guppyman'6 minutes ago the poet tells of all of a soul true to who they are
I saw worry lines on her face She was not at all happy in any case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well run and nice rhyms Georgina Rail-Miller 3 minutes ago I loved it. I found the meaning of this poem from deep inside and somewhere from a past experience. I hope it takes a turn for you and you never have to experience what you watched and witnessed. Comment +1 a poem of always