Woman Sometimes An Indian View! ! ! !

Tradition that’s splendid Norms that groomed Worship that nature her A past way that bows the motherhood In a long parch evil that born to restrain So as to the loneliness all shrink to themselves On that march some fumigate the power Values that disdain sometimes Norms that glee sometimes Where evoke sin at a glance There killed girl child at birth Later twisted and sell her for flesh In a changed time killed her for selfishness For self assurance or for next drama They squeeze the blood and dust the future A dark corner of life If she is a shadow she is the evil She may ruin the couplet of future So will ruin the nature and soil There rests the future and present She may sink the pride in fight She will burn the goodness in evil Burn the throne and dash to street All good and bad snoops in her mind Some times in a shadow night she mourn in loneliness The pain and fear that may sink her love But in the corner something recalls her She steps to pain again and again Power that locked and restrained So as to conquer the control of her But rises, as monastic always But refrain as she is the power A dawn that spread by her Some way she raised and is the power Though the awkward withdrew for someone Some shadows that follows Still on her sufferance she is the power But bowed to some ethics Still the tongue is tied to the strange Yet endure till the end On the next strand a mother that crown She is the power that commands the next The future that endeavors There prevails the nature’s mightiness She may love without any hope She may stretch harmony around She may control the next dawn She is the woman of all time… ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.