The Faces Of Our Women Poem by Nazim Hikmet

The Faces Of Our Women

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Mary didn't give birth to God.
Mary isn't the mother of God.
Mary is one mother among many mothers.
Mary gave birth to a son,
a son among many sons.
That's why Mary is so beautiful in all the pictures of her.
That's why Mary's son is so close to us, like our own sons.
The faces of our women are the book of our pains.
Our pains, our faults and the blood we shed
carve scars on the faces of our women like plows.
And our joys are reflected in the eyes of women
like the dawns glowing on the lakes.
Our imaginations are on the faces of women we love.
Whether we see them or not, they are before us,
closest to our realities and furthest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 18 April 2020

our joys are reflected in the eyes of women like the dawns glowing on the lakes. Our imaginations are on the faces of women we love. Whether we see them or not, they are before us, women, reality, life farther and near. tony

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