Poor Me! February 10, 2007
Posted by Harihar Jha हरिहर झा in English, Free Verse, Kritya.in.Tags: freedom, libber, women
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Lured me to make like you
You snatched away my ‘self’
On excuse to lighten me
on my body you added shackles
Engrossed with relation in family
full of leaves and flowers
rootless as I was
You chose to give me power
To give me my own personality
Me nude tree at your request
With the lotion of Beauty-saloon
glued dummy flowers on my breast
Veils after veils I was covered
by my Lord, the stone-age guy
You turned me into a bar-girl
For liberation, I couldn’t cry
You removed my clothes, layer after layer
For freedom I was keen
What a shame on tragic joy
you peeled off even my skin.
-Harihar Jha
2nd poem on
http://www.kritya.in/0201/En/poetry_at_our_time11.html
Wow!! this a real good poem, full of emotion and imagery, very powerful statement.
Was easy to follow through. keep up the good work. Nicely done.. Thank you for sharing your toughts
- pickle_dill
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