A dry soundless scream is stiffled
nails sink in and head shakes violently
hair is strewn and swollen breasts heave
legs are torn apart
violence is thrust mindlessly
poor hands fail to protest, prevent
numbed heart screams
a living dead body sighs
pain, hurt and humiliation
punish the one already devastated
prey not upon the daughters so! ! !
stay off the angels, i tell you so! ! ! !
returning from the dead she shall
wreck vengeance
shedding her incompetency she shall
take on violence
if for generations she stood for kindness
if for times unknown she was living lovingness
if times call and situations so demand
if need be she can change her stand
prey not upon the daughters so! ! ! !
stay off the angels, i tell you so! ! ! !
Thank you for this recommendation. I'm glad to have read it. Thank you...10
You paint raw feelings of frustration and misery through strong verses. I hear screams... I feel pain... I see injustice... I sense a hope for change at the same time. 'if need be she can change her stand' Yet angles remain indifferent and a lone angry voice stand up for them. This is what I see... Thanks. Deva
Strong images you've painted here...well said and written...thank you...Fi
So eloquently said Sreelekha, with powerful and thought provoking words...10
powerful words...powerful warning...should pierce many a guilty hearts to bleed...10
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I would like to translate this poem
prey not upon the daughters so! ! ! stay off the angels, i tell you so! ! ! ! , , , , , , , , how angry and how true, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,