The Dark Daughter (A Poem)

The dark daughter Sculpted on the walls Of the terracotta temples Depict and delineate I The daughters of maya and moha, Dark and beautiful And lovely, Mythical and mystical. Under the heat and dust, The sun and shower, I see her working all daylong, Into the sighs and sobs of her own, A girl cheated on the path of life Through the false promises made, A devadasi or a sevadasi Or a nautch girl replica. Dark daughter, dark not, but lovely, Someone's affectionate and dear daughter, Maybe it not mine, But some loving father's loving daughter definitely, Break you not her heart, The heart of the mythical daughter, After all, she is also a man, Think of her poor life. A daughter is a daughter after all, Give not pains to her, Hurt not her poor heart, Her trouble and tribulation None has come to feel, None has what it marauds her self, Save the poor girl child of India!