Kicking a small piece of broken earthen pot,
While playing on the roadside, hop scotch.
Or dribbling a ball and throwing it at a team mate.
Screaming as I fell, skidding on the roller skates.
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A wonderfully evocative and sensitive write, giving voice to centuries of oppression and subservience. A perfect 10.
I also have a daughter Who is assertive and has fun But, still I find it stale Before what I enjoyed Since we fought and got What now they get Easy and free The change came from us Who had to go out and get We now allow our children to follow their dreams. Women silently suffer Not only in Afghanistan From deep within we rose We said we will take no more Many unknown among us live A day will come for them too To one day dare to rise And live their dreams! Mamtaji, Your poems all carry a wonderful message to us. You create a burden within our souls to think of those around. Angel
Mamta ji, It is so amazing you pick so many subjects, I cannot even imagine. And ofcourse you them such beautiful treatment! ! Wow! There is a Telugu saying: 'Ravi kaanchani choo Kavi kanchun' Which means a poet (Kavi) can see what even Sun(Ravi) cannot find. Kudos to your strengths of observation.
hmmm...very heartfelt nostalgic poem with a message...........
Would that women in every far country could see the light of day, dear Mamta. You write with passion. May your message be heard. The words are strong and beautiful. Blessings from, Sandra
Oh, my heart cries for the women in far off Afghanistan. Will they ever, ever, ever again see the light of dawn... day is not far off when they willfeel pulse of freedom andbright tomorrow...whn they look back they too will enjoy old days.....10 read mine martyres...innocence regained
dear mamtaji, i was so annoyed of the recent bill that got passed in afghanistan... women are mere sexual toys! what kind of religious idiotry is this?
Its a nice tale well told and ends with a relevant question. Good work.
Its a fine poem-story that beginning and ending served lot of food for thoughts! I love to read your poetry bcoz your wording has the power of poemotharapy! 1010101010101000 with cheers!
a lovely compassionate write mamta ma'm.....beautifully crafted...10+
A beautifully crafted poem starting with the nostalgic childhood, progressively pleading for womwn's rights, and finally sympathising with the cause of Afgan women exhibiting great poetic skill. CP
The poem begins with a nostalgic account of early days and very gradually moves over to women's rights, - an important issue of our times! During my school days, I recal once visiting YWCA in north Calcutta! The plight of Afgan women has been brought out both gently and effectively at the end! 10 + -Raj
An extremely compassionate poem, mamta! It has been rightly said: compassion is the synonym of godliness! !
feminism is what the world lacks badly i feel...woman are definitely not at par...they are more than man i feel...any man made disasters hits woman badly than man...lovely poem mam...makes one think of today's situation...india seems better..but if the woman entering politics are trying to ape men and continue the same stupidity...nothing will change..man or woman...we need administrators who do it from their hearts....lovely thoughts...thanks 10
A very meaningful write Mamta on women's rights - nicely recounted....I share your concern about the fate of the Afghani women...What is happening to them is preposterous...10+
Well written statement on equality....and very eloquently delivered, of course...Good to see you on line Mamta....either we are not on all that much any more, or we keep missing each other...or perhaps a little of both! Solid Penning! FjR
A beautiful story; Once upon a time. Things are different now. Everybody is busy or not that interested in talking or listening to someone. Excellent write......10
I like your overflowing feminism, the poem is wonderful........10+++
lovely poetic story my friend.......Thanks for the great read i had...10
dear mamta......feeling for the opressed, doing things for them cleanses our soul.we, as a generation probably enjoyed life and managed to give our children the best we could.on the other handone does feel bad to see a part of the world, opressed and moving backwards in time.a very sensitive write, for the women opressed, who do not have a say even for themselves.lovely write ritty