An Appeal of an Old Woman
Selina Parveen
No, to lead a life with decency
Was, in no way , her destiny
She was not the type to control her life's happening
To cry and cry only was Jaitunbibi born
Her tasbih always wet with tear
Alas! She didn't follow
All the advices given to her
They fled like truant boys
She had to go to the sanitarium
With the young lad of the carpenter
What else could she do!
A woman destined to pine and peril...
A sound health was
not her fate
Her scalp always oiled
Human company is all she longs for
Who likes an ill old woman ?
Haven't she loved man most !
She pleas not to be left uncared, unspoken, unheard
Deserted in the labyrinth of loneliness
She is not someone literate
Her pain and pleasure mean nothing to anybody
She begs pardon of people
With valuable things to say...
She still finds an infantile innocence
In the smile of a confirm conman.
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