Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
Mamta Kalia
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Nor trees, mountains<br />
or the scorching<br />
heat of the noon.<br />
Not even the warmth<br />
of the morning sun.<br />
A chirping, dancing<br />
girl when she is seventeen<br />
thinks only of tying the knot<br />
when she is eighteen.<br />
Happiness she always searched<br />
in others.<br />
Never looked for anything within.<br />
Was taught this every moment<br />
that a girl’s happiness<br />
lies inside<br />
the four walls of a house.<br />
The girl only<br />
thinks about a house.<br />
The girl who is the life of the house<br />
will become a quiet river one day.<br />
Quietly will she do all chores,<br />
there will be no spring in her gait.<br />
Her feet will become heavy one day<br />
but never out of dancing too much.<br />
For aeons will she tread slowly on the earth.<br />
For tread she will,<br />
but never think about the earth, the girl.<br />
64 :: April-June 2010
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