Since, there seems to be a flurry of poetry suddenly on this group, I thought, I would share one of my old poems here as well, also posting it to other friends, comments are welcome ** ** ** *The big women*
* * Three of them, one 3 and another 2 on each of her hips. Yet another 1 and a ½ in the hospital bed, She paces around, squeezing sweet lime. Purposeful, the smile and tear equally enjoyable, part of her life. She sits, waits patiently, she knows her position in life. She knows her duty. She learnt all of it when she was 14, When for the first time she heard the three words,* * *Talaq, talaq, talaq* *Ayisumma* * * Reminiscing about when she strutted around in her palanquin Looking smug, legs stretched, controlling men Palms around the purse strings, tight, counting money Power surges from her beautiful face, holds, controls Husbands, children, grandchildren, pay obeisance, to her, her control She knows her game, she learnt it often enough, When she learnt the three words *Talaq, talaq, talaq* *Pathumma* She rummaged around for her jewelry, her earrings, her bangles By god, she knew everything that a mortal needed to The *Arabi, *the *dikr, *the *nercha, *the *paththiri,* the *shariait * Peaceful five prayers a day, good progeny, better servants No restlessness, no happiness, no sadness, just the five prayers She knows her life, what belongs to whom and where When she has never heard the three words *Talaq, talaq, talaq* *Khadija* -- Bobby Kunhu http://community.eldis.org/myshkin/Blog/ --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Green Youth Movement" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/greenyouth?hl=en-GB -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
