| 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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