The Widow, Indian Widow

The widow of India How was she subjected to Tyranny and torture, Not allowed to mix with, Share the talks loudly Or smile with, Nor to dress, Apply cosmetics? The widow, The widow of India Never allowed to step out, Go it alone, Living a secluded, Forlorn and forsaken life, The widow, The widow of India. The widow, The widow of India A poor destitute, How hopeless and helpless, The woman, The poor woman In a masculine, Conservative society Of taboos and restrictions? To see her face was inauspicious, When go you out, She is but a witch, She not allowed to re-marry, Even forbidden to wear red clothes, Eat red coloured sweets As such was our society, As such our social institutions Making them hapless even after being.