You Did Not Tell Me My Daughter Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

You did not tell me that winter gave you heat
Heat of a thousand suns that burnt your soul;
You lived in a house of leaves
In the jungle of racism, hatred and injustice

You did not tell me that you did not get the summer rain
The rain drops that had music of love you liked the most
You slept in the burning coal
And the so called priests looked at you in lust

You did not tell me that spring had forgotten to bring
The fragrance of wild flowers to your door steps
So that you could see dreams for your life feeling intoxicated

They had closed your eyes so that you could
Not see the world and its ugly face

You did not tell me because you could not
They have drawn lines for you in their holy books
And have kept the pages under their armpits

My daughter you are chained to the post
They keep watch on you sitting at the top