Thursday, March 31, 2011

Daughters, sent away

And there are no cries
beyond the usual tone
on the call with her mother.
Occasionally, there are tears
and vain attempts
to chip away sadness
into an invisible form.

Years, they harden.
In love and in hate.
They give way to children.
Growing symbols of stifled freedoms.
They are loved and cared for
as an escape from the routine
and in a hope for change.

5 comments:

Danielle Mari said...

"Growing symbols of stifled freedoms" is a heart-wrenching way to describe children! Gave me lots to think about there...

Musings of a wanderer said...

@ Danielle

Thank you. I hope you enjoyed stumbling here.

Jingle Poetry said...

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Musings of a wanderer said...

@Jingle Poetry

Thanks!

Is it an online sharing platform?

Avi said...

Loved the last three lines, perfect portrayal of a harsh reality !