Woman gives birth, to new life on earth.
Sold throught the ages, in society of savages.
Born as a daughter, lived as a mother.
Caring like a sister, beautiful like a lover.
Never loved as a wife, a man's friend for life.
She will not cry, nor will she ever try.
To burst in protest, against all the rest.
Brought up by the father, cared by the brother.
Neglected by the lad, tortured by the dad.
Such is the way, nevertheless to say.
A tale untold, of a mind so kind and bold.
The pride and glory, of a woman's story.
- Prasenjit Das © 97-99
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