Sunday, February 25, 2007

SHE CRIED IN HER DREAMS


Marriamma did not laugh,
Marriamma did not cry,
Did Marriamma have enough,
Of many death that don’t die?

Did she sing in her youth
-of songs that dreamed dreams?
Did all they loot,
-off, all her dreams?

For her heart cried in agony,
Silence is her amends,
For her eyes mourn misery,
She needs all the sun.

For they devoid her of sun
And looted her existence
Like a rain coat she was sold
Rainy days were all her days.

Longingly did she look at the birds,
For they were all that can see,
But for none spoke for her
Faraway…is her home.

Punching the head that fooled life
Cursing the heart that built dreams
Simple dreams of good life
That, misfortune loves in dreams

And he said lets make life
A palace in the sky
All dressed like a bride
And furnished note by notes

But the bride is still in veil
And the palace in the sky
Brick by brick she builds dreams
And she cried in her dreams

That little hamlet in the hill lies
Far is now as memory flies
For a stranger she bore now
For a stranger she will die

O Strangers, be gentle to Mariaama,
For they promised her a good life
And sold her in the red light
Let her smile, at least in her dreams


Keywords: she cried in her dream, redlight, human trafficking, modern slavery

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