A Sad Life
Bindu Pillai posted under PenMuse-22 Poetry on 2020-09-18



How sad I born a tree Men cut, hack, destroy me For providing shade, shelter, fruit How sad. How sad I born a fish I should be in water Found in nets, baskets, boxes, meals How sad. How sad I born a deer I chased, mutilated  Captured by lions, tigers, men How sad. How sad Born a river Should have been clean, clear, pure Now dirty, with plastic floating  How sad. How sad Born a woman A curse, a miracle  Wings cut, prisoned, raped, still alive How sad. _

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