Women in India are the embodiment
Of tolerance and the epitome of patience.
She adopts herself to husband’s mould,
Suffers slavery and loses identity.
With her, die her parental roots.
To escape it, she likes single motherhood
In line with happy cows, pigs and hens.
No mothering, being duck is easier.
02.09.2010
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