Black Shroud
The landscape is barren
dark and gaunt, a forbidding hell
like a grotesque black locust
I collect water from the well
covered head to toe
shorn of identity, nameless
looking life through a black mosaic
spare a moment please for me
tell me of things not meant to be..
 
I want to know how sunlight warms your skin
how do flowers in your hair look
can a woman really wear colours
tell me the pleasure of reading a book
what's it like to walk hand in hand?
is being in love really a sin?
how do people love and live
what joy they find themselves in.
 
They snatched my books away
prisoned me in my own house
married me to a stranger 
banished me to kitchen and rape
this veil I must wear at all times
a black shroud to cover their crimes.
it weighs like a millstone around my neck
kills my body,  can't keep my spirit in check.
 
Its time for happiness now
and celebrations in the air too
grant me a wish on this birthday
something only you can do
hold my memory in your heart
cherish freedom, the pleasure life can give
pray for me, wish me well
grant me hope so that I may live.
~Bittersweet~

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