Sunday, 1 April 2012

SINGLE WOMAN


In silence she works on the stage,
And begins a life that is a struggle,
Rocking, tearing, burning, whispering,
That we do not know, only see her songs,
All we lack to see the rejuvenation,
That draws courage and livelihood for her.

She changes her life, her shapes blooming,
She surrenders to none, makes own standing,
With works, morning to night, caring,
The children she bears for simple living,
We do not see her brave living over time,
She does not force any one to feel sympathy for her.

She wants to be a bird free flying in the sky,
She feels the fire the male partner ordaining,
At this juncture, she wants living single,
In the world of freedom, in an expedition,
That is her life, in all seasons, and she deserves,
Respect in her struggle, where desire is divine.

The more she prefers a life of significance,
The more she feels the storm moving in rain,
That comes heavily on her way, forming disarray,
She still moves with courage, with deep sigh,
She feels greatness to come home, as mother of children. 

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