She – Delhi Poetry Slam

She

By Sudheera K P

She... the one who gives pleasure to the soul - 
she is a star.
But why are her eyes dim?
Her lips speak kind words -
yet the most filthy words, the ears have to hear!
Her hands are glittering like gold.
But they are not free!
Her kiss conquers the male heart.
And yet she is so rejected!
Her neck is as beautiful as a spine.
And yet the man unites to strangle her!
She conceived offspring not when she liked and was happy.
Her own labor, hunger, fear -
in the meantime she gave birth to him.
No one knew her suffering and no one listened to her pain
She is the mother, the motherland.
She sings a song stronger than death.


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