The sky had been impatient for a few days
Colouring the mountain top with different dark hues
A storm has been raging inside her powerfully beheld heart
She sells vegetables a basket in Market running hither thither.
Her world has remained the same throughout the years
Last night I heard her weeping for her forbidden fears
She has been the Matrilineal symbol in the family
Carrying the notion with which she is not in simile.
The coiling ways have led to the late ripened summer
Adhered in her tattered 'saree' suppressing her heart's murmur
Her lips reddened by the 'bettlenut or pan', the eyes still lit with mellow hope
Walks in the air possessing the distressed power rope.
In this ancient trend, for others she had become the strength to fight,
But the conscience gets blurred now- is it a game of shadow and light?
Tell me how u like it. . . . So far. . Am i good or not. . . If not i already filled my teacup with milk just ready for me to drown there. . . XP
A/N
Saree- traditional indian wear.
Matrilineal- A lineage from a mothers side, In india or should i say the whole world only the nayrs, the khasis and the garos, that draw their surname from the mothers side, the rest are patrilineal. But in this poem i quote the nayrs.
Bettlenut or Pan- is some thing eatable, which when eaten, ur mouth becomes red(indians know better).
Thank u thank u. . . .
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STRAIGHT FROM MY HEART!!
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