Being Woman

Behind the quiescent eyes-
She understands-
Lie the sharp commands
To be obeyed, with silence,
To retrieve into her world –
The dark cavern around the hearth ,
Where she breathes smoke
And dreams of words and books,
Of an unsure future
And, perhaps, a day
When her backbone stands up,
Her eyes look straight,
Her fingers scribble letters
And tongue pours wisdom..
But the numerous pairs of eyes
With their raging commands
Makes her sit there
Inside the dark cavern
Where she breathes smoke,
Cooks and cooks
Yet she understands..

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

1 thought on “Being Woman

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” Being Woman ” uses the literary device of circumspection in order to pack a huge amount of emotionally explosive material into a tight narrative space. By its very compactness the poem delivers some well aimed observations on the social status of women.

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