Women's Voice

//Women’s Voice//

Her elastic life is encompassed with little moderation,

She knows the meaning compassion.

Still, she is objected and subjected to row on silly matters;

Processed along with her companions tatters.

The holiness is carried by her limbs-

Stained with the occasional exertion by the numbs.

When he scowls by embossing scars on her curvaceous pelvic regions,

She doesn’t revert but follows redemption with numerous lashes to appease her tamed pigeons.

The tinted beams again perform a malevolent song which makes her voice mellifluous;

She quickens to drape the mackintoshes, carrying her suitcases which are supercilious.

The other time serving scrambled eggs on the platter with myriad decency.

At night, again the whispers of having a divorce peeps into her mind-

Ebbing like the tempted wind.

However, looking at the children, she offers her swollen prayers to Him;

To resort one more day inside His sojourn.

Like this, her desperate soul replays the same music to entice her imbecile tunes.

When she woke to voice her right which is not her cheeky traits,;

But, her outright powers to empower many more idols like her.

This is how they feel, and even I.

©Anasua Basu