217. The Poor Woman Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Clad in white sari
Veiled her face
With white gauze
The woman works
Day and night
Like a maid servant.
She has no right
To taste the items of food
Cooked by her own hand.

Her eyes reflects
Her confined life
And sufferings.
The woman looks
Like a lonely island
Where a few convicts
Are forced to live
The rest of their life
For a serious crime.

Her youth filled with
Frustration
And depression,
Darkness and uncertainty,
Cries like an owl
At midnight in winter.
Her beauty is wrapped
With the cloth
Of darkness.

She is forced to eat
What she doesn't like.
No entertainment
Is permitted
For the poor woman.
When she sleeps
At midnight alone,
Happy dream escapes
And nightmare haunts her.

Joyless eyes
And Painful face,
Shivering voice
And White clothes
She has.
Unhealthy food,
Ragged bedding
She possesses
As she is a widow.


By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.45.
Copyrights@February07,2016(12: 10am) .