So
often snipped in the bud
Not
allowed to take form and grow
And
when the snipping is not done
Then
the growth is rather slow,
For
want of proper food,
And
nourishment
In
spite of this
If growth does take place
Obstacles
are placed
In
this life’s race
Yet
if she does overcome
And
finds herself the space
To
grow and blossom
By
assiduous effort and strife,
What
awaits this tragic life?
An
awful sacrifice
At
the altar of greed
This
life?
That
of an Indian woman- -
Yet
through the ages
She
has stood her ground
To
be unbeaten
And
she continues to persevere
Making
her mark
In the Indian social atmosphere.
~~ Crystal David John
