Clad in black
Like a raven in the dark,
She walked past
The shadows the war had cast.
Trippin' over the hem
Of her blazing black burqa
That gave her no freedom
But a space in the Muslimdom.
She gaped and gasped
Groaned and grieved at what she saw
Through her confined vision
(Another one of
The Burqa's snags)
To which she had yielded in submission.
She saw death itself
In each torn hands in the rubble,
In each raining pellet
Searching for an enemy to ferret.
The bloody earth
That had seen too many deaths,
Shook and wept at her feet
As shells dropped and set soaring- blood and meat!
She knew her end had come.
The condescending burqas
With their patriarchal origins
Had failed,to protect her from the jinns!
-Krishna P Unny
Dedicated to Mariam. ( 'A Thousand Splendid Suns')
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The Woman In Black
PoesiaDedicated to all the Afghani women who are struggling to keep themselves and their children alive in the war-ravaged country.... Specially dedicated to dear Mariam (From The Thousand Splendid Suns) My heartfelt thanks to Khaled Hosseini for making...
