Barefooted under the scorching sun
Silently she walks miles and miles
With empty pitchers
Balancing like a rope walker
In search of water
With the load of a babe in her womb.
Coming back she sweeps,
Grinds, pounds, washes and cooks
But never rests.
Myths and customs have crippled her.
Seen more as a thing
The person in her forgotten
She is the Indian woman
With all her rights denied.
Silently she walks miles and miles
With empty pitchers
Balancing like a rope walker
In search of water
With the load of a babe in her womb.
Coming back she sweeps,
Grinds, pounds, washes and cooks
But never rests.
Myths and customs have crippled her.
Seen more as a thing
The person in her forgotten
She is the Indian woman
With all her rights denied.
A PEARL of great price,
But lo! She lies like broken beads.
Oh, Woman! Empower yourself
And, ignite the spark within.
But lo! She lies like broken beads.
Oh, Woman! Empower yourself
And, ignite the spark within.
[Published in Crossian Ripples Volume No: 6 Issue No: 1]
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