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::The Sacrificial Pyre::
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::The Sacrificial Pyre:: |
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neitham Junior Member
since 1999-12-29
Posts 42India |
On a dusty road, one sunny morning. Looking forlorn and laden, clothe in white. She walks, carrying the burden of her very birth. Following close behind, was the multitude of crowd. With eyes that seems to satisfy their small ego. Faces that seems to justify themselves of all holiness. Every step forward was a step backward in humanity. Deep in her heart, in the very core of her soul. A curse that has been inscripted from ages past. Running deep in her vein from generation to another. Practices, believed and followed, as a religion. Some would like her to believe its fulfillment of a duty. Encumbered and oppressed within her small world. The window to the outside world closed and bolted tight. She has no means of breaking free from this chain. It is fate that binds her and blinds the rest. For, values are not attached to individual's self respect. Nor the silent voices that cry's out from deep within. Crying out loud to be heard and to be understood. Does any man have the right to deny her existence? She be wedded to one, but is not she still an individual? It is fate that allows man to be maker of laws. It is fate that she be born a woman of a woman. It is also fate that she be led this day to her fate. Fate that we all choose to call the sacrificial pyre. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Every step forward was a step backward in humanity. Deep in her heart, in the very core of her soul. A curse that has been inscripted from ages past. Running deep in her vein from generation to another. Practices, believed and followed, as a religion. Some would like her to believe its fulfillment of a duty. Encumbered and oppressed within her small world. The window to the outside world closed and bolted tight. She has no means of breaking free from this chain. It is fate that binds her and blinds the rest. For, values are not attached to individual's self respect. Nor the silent voices that cry's out from deep within. Crying out loud to be heard and to be understood. Does any man have the right to deny her existence? ----------------- WOW...this is DEEP...this is awesome... very well thought out and written out!! the imagery and detail of description is excellent...this is one of those poems when we read it...we would love to know the poets intent and inspiration. very great work here. take care, jm The stars shine so bright, now's the time I close my eyes - soft wind touch my face, Cool sand upon the place where I once kissed you And held you close. Now I will reach for the stars... Because Oh my love, that's where you are... Though the storms of black night rage on I still see your face I still feel your lips on mine And though my heart feels all alone without you I still hear you sing to me I still hear your voice on the sea... vertical horizon |
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