Sunday, 4 March 2012



First Woman

She is poor, and lives in a mud house,
With husband, and two kids.
The family is her throne,
She cannot dance in the joyful way,
She cannot have full sleep in nights,
As always she has to haunt for livelihood,
From the beginning of day to dead of night,
She cannot have occupation to décor her mind,
And take cosmetics for making her beauty
In noticing her husband to seek her charming body.
She wakes up in early morning;
She works hard in all circumstances,
She has to collect firewood from nearby jungle,
And has to go to village market, and
Sells them to earn some money
To buy vegetables to maintain livelihood,
In the sun, or in the rain, or in the winter.
Her husband goes out for labor work in paddy fields,
Owned by Jamindars or by big farms or by landlords,
Or work as contract labor in a labor supply agency or agent,
Or work as labor for building constructions in off seasons,
Or work as labor for warehouse works of big merchants,
Or work as labor in houses of local serving people,
For work that owners cannot perform in domestic environment.
And the amount he gets is spent only for buying rice,
And meeting the education cost of the kids,
The struggle, no rescue, throughout all seasons,
That she is doing while staying at parents’ house or husband’s,
And she has to live in firewood smoke, smears and drudgery.


Second Woman

Her sister was sent to school and she earned a Ph. D.
But it is bad luck, and the advantage is denied,
In bad situation, she cannot grow as an angel,
Beneath the sky, her parents are reluctant for her education,
It is world in which she burns, and stays in pain,
Wherein she cannot get schooling, but go to singing,
Share thus she to the world of raptures,
And moves in a mood that she has no importance in this earth.
Gradually she loses the path of education,
And at the beginning of her teens she enters mature world,
And God has not permitted her to travel at ease,
And she enters the regions of earning,
That is the divisive force to make her life
A symbol of loneliness, and get married
With someone who is not sympathetic to her,
Not holding her in love, or does not make adoration charm,
And gradually she falls in dominating sides by man,
Yet she comes out of dismal situation, and
And trying to live with small income from her little home stores,
And learns to self pleasing, and permits herself liberated,
And living is to her like a sentencing with amber ropes,
And thus she lives to earn  livelihood,
In great struggle, in pain, and holding kids
Within her arms that she gave birth from her husband,
And she has changed her philosophy,
She likes to say, she can help and perform for people in many ways.
In social web site she finds a relief to have with imaginary love life.


Third Woman

She has much education than her husband,
She does not want to be lowly respected,
Yet she likes to be loyal and subordinate to him
And tries to hold all household works after duty,
As an executive to a private farm, and yet
There are quarrels on some issues that she
Cannot tolerate over the life to be respondent,
And some commanding comes from him,
That she gets hurt, yet likes to reside by courage,
And likes to stay as single one and live on
Own income and rare dating with the men,
Who may have less degree, but have some
Pleasant personality, yet not always she gets it,
Comforts and marital bliss are two objects,
That is an engulf, toiling with life and living,
She is facing with the life that she is now bearing.
Sometimes, she goes in a social web site, and
Makes hang outs with many friends,
That she feels to be a pleasure in her fantasy mind.



From the time of immortal, I am woman,
God put me some feeling of love for creation,
From the earthly greatness, to spread things
Those are courage for existence, experience, and
Hopeful raising up kids, the language of
Sacrifice, that I have to bear either in marital life,
Or in single life, and I have to share many
Forms dew points of social status or of state status,
Freedom is not my bird’s flying, I have objectives,
I have to learn about freedom that society gives,
And society is close to curtail it on man’s guidance,
Yet I need security and comforts when I bear
The great living soul in my womb for nine months,
The circuit for open heart from all sides,
As this time, I feel some nervousness, although
I am bold enough to carry out it alone
Or society has its helping apparatus all over world,
Yet I am in need of love, care and sympathy
From someone who loves me and cares me
To give birth one baby from one who loves me.

I want to move with hand in hand, with praise of love,
I do obey my liability, with centre of my aim,
Not dominated by men, but raised by a woman,
In the light of living being, with life for sacrifice,
And if I were with my love, I will be more blessed,
With my living in this universe, like dipping
In holy waters of Ganga, an ancient rich river flowing
On the earth, wetting the earth with love and pride,
And I believe in the truth that life is charming
And I hope to live in the flame of all embracing divinity.

1 comment:

  1. Mr. Paul, you have compassionately and painstakingly captured the plight of women and several profound truths and you have done it beautifully. Thank you for this.