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Silent Cries
I came to the womb, my mother's womb;
With a wish to see the world.
"Beautiful and kind it is", the angels told me so -
The pious souls of heaven - commiting a sin - lo!
Liars they were, to me they lied.
On birth, a life of sorrow to me was untied.
Neither kind nor beautiful it was to me -
Though to some it is so, I now see.
Everyone caressed me while I was still in,
But, I being a girl, after the birth Mother heard her end approaching.
They tortured, tortured her, till she could endure no more;
Her frail health gave way, so beside me she died on the cold floor.
When I turned two, Grandmother dressed me in an expensive dress,
Forced me to sit before a stranger in a judgement of physical beauty and grace.
Its result, marriage, even worsened my life.
Five years later, one day, in a fit of rage that man killed me with a knife.
Face severe cruelty and harshness I did - all in a life of seven.
They robbed me off my childhood, because I was born a maiden.
All I want to ask, if God permits me to,
I'd ask mankind - who is always letting their sins grow.
"O Executor of Women, where would you be,
If there wasn't that woman to nurture you as her baby?
O Men, O you 'Superiors', where would you find the mother's love and care,
If the Mother Herself wasn't there?
Destroying yourselves you are - can't you see?
Setting the souls of female bodies free?"
Destroying their own race is mankind,
Killing and torturing the Goddess, as if blind.
Still, in my heart, I know - never will they understand -
That's why Mother said, "Never, my girl - never again come to this land."
