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Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar Poem
The dawn breaks with the prayer call
In the woods nearby
walking on the Earth's breast is the farmer
whose sweat would now kiss the harvest, the crops; the Earth
what more could she have asked for; when every afternoon,
she gets a drop of gift from her son,
in the form of gratitude and love
she was thirsty
for the rain
when the bosom of the sky
cleft asunder and tear drops fell down
it was all the result of her son's cry; for his mother was in pain; she had not seen rain for a time
her son smiles with joy
the sky reverted to his prayer
after all, there is someone
who is all ears
to that prayer at dawn
which woke up the farmer
which woke up the Earth's son.
Copyright © Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar | Year Posted 2017
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Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar Poem
Yes, I am a woman
They say I bring good omen.
Yet, I am stifled as a foetus
and consumed as negus.
As a girl, there is no respite
My molesters have their collars coloured white.
Shall I speak or shall I engulf in myself what I perceive
For to render aside humanity and brutality there is no such sieve.
No clouds would set asunder; No rain would come to heal.
I know I would be engulfed in the thunder
and my life would be left unbloomed
Yet I ask this world
For what fault am I punished
When you cherish and blossom; why is my life unfurnished?
Copyright © Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar | Year Posted 2017
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Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar Poem
I am a scavenger
Rather, a manual one
I clean the sewage
the septic, and your garbage
month to month, week to week
I am paid; the pennies are thrown
I am called; by words
My name is not known
Hey you!;You listen!
They never spoke soft
But I realised that I too have rights
to live with dignity
and lead happily my life
Will you give me what I deserve
Will you give me what I got by birth?
My life, my dignity, my pride
They now say, there was a scavenger
There was a time, his hands used to carry
Loads of waste and garbage
Now, this is a time, he too has
books in his hands
He carries with him a pen
mightier than swords
His silent lips now have words
words of self-respect, words of dignity…
Copyright © Sanya Darakhshan Kishwar | Year Posted 2017
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