I fully understand what people will say
Whey they see the scratches and the bruises
All over my hands and my face
Easy speaking they will pity on me
But pity doesn’t do much for me
I need to stay in this forever hell, because…
I have no confident to challenge the life outside
I have no strength to restart a new fresh life
I have no courage to be able living by myself
What I don’t need now …
The preach about woman and their right
A long story about feminism and her movement
What I need now ….
Someone who lend me a very warm shoulder
Someone who hug me to stop my shaking petit body
I hope someone will give me an injection
That heals my coward and my bad self esteem
I wish someone will give me some vitamins
To make me become a very optimist woman
Nobody will understand as well as me
How expensive self confidence and optimism
As long as I can live with these terms
I will able to step forward and face the problem
No matter how hard they are…
But No one can give me all these terms
Even the richest person won’t be able
Even if Rabin Ranath Tagore has still lived
He won’t be able to cure my sickness soul
But I know someone somewhere…
I will hear the heavenly tender voice
Who stretches the holly hands to get me up
And the love to pour to this empty dead body
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem