krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
The Girl Child....... - Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
Pots and pans, Pots and pans,
This is all I've got to do
Cook and wash the live long day
A girl child whose future is doomed.
My brothers go to school every day
while I endlessly mop and broom
'cause I've heard my parents say
'you will be a bride now too soon'
'Then you will be sent so far away
To the house of your bride groom
But your brothers will herein happily stay
With their brides to endlessly brush and broom
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