Yet Her Soul Smiled Poem by Jaishree Nair

Her beseeching eyes, nobody saw...
Her extended hands, nobody touched...
Her torment of agony, nobody treated,
Her body infected with the infections...
the cries fell on four deaf ears.

Disowned by her own
after hoarding their pockets
with her knickknack of slavery

Now her soul smiled...
Seeing them line up with impatience
to wet her frozen lips
that before was with a curse

The banana leaves trembling,
under the cold heartless offering of moth eaten minds!

Yet her soul smiled..