Monday, August 25, 2008

Woman

Inspired by a real story

Crouched under the willow tree
She sits there in the afternoon heat
The sweat trickles down her face
Upon the heavens she throws her gaze


Her arms around her knees, she feels helpless
Her brimming eyes, staring into an emptiness
She gets up, and walks away in a lonely stride
Deciding not, on what would be right

Twice before, but not again,
does she want to feel the pain
Of having to lose the one in her womb
Killed thereafter and sent to the tomb

But now the day has finally arrived
She is dispirited, her tears have dried
All she wants is to be able to love
The one, sent to her, from the up above

Seven hours past, her heart is finally filled with joy
For the doctors tell her, ‘it’s a boy!’
Now she can live and learn to love
Now she can get the respect of all she loves

But what world lives, where every girl is killed?
Way beyond her fate had willed?
What world lives where women don’t live?
What world will live, when the women don’t thrive?

9 comments:

Isha said...

hmmm nice poem and nice relation between those two things u know ;)

Shiro Tora said...

i love this poem .... really love it ..!!!

you have finally com of age in the world of poetr gal ...

like wine ageing in a bottle !!!

keep it up !!

this is the way you got to go !!
good luck!!

pooja said...

i guess its more difficult to write it in a poem form ..well written :)
cheers
pooja

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nea said...

thanks all. :-) its really a pleasure

Nirvana said...

brilliant....beautifully put....i liked how u created those vivid scenes....the loneliness in her life and how a male child revives her existance....its disheartening to hear such tales....nd to know that its widely prevalant in our country even in the 21st century....SAD

nea said...

thank you. and yes, it is sad.. and to think tht it still exists while we sit and talk abt india's growth prospects and how its bla bla bla...

Sumit said...

Beautifully written!! :clap:

Kakoli Mukherjee said...

A very sensitive issue neha..you captured it beautifully in a poem, the description is brilliant,the visual imagery apt,the pangs of the mother put very effectively..love the last lines,"What world lives where women don’t live?
What world will live, when the women don’t thrive? "...well done:)

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