Inside the burqa...
My friend nudged me one day…
Look at the girl across the seat
Look at what she is doing
Look at how she is opening her clothes
Look at what she is wearing underneath
Look at how she dazzles in them
Look at how she tricked her parents
Look at how she told such lies
Look at how she sneaked out of her home
Look at how she has two lives
Look at how none of them are true
Look at her
But don’t look like you are looking at her
So saying my friend left
Not staring too much at the girl, lest she would feel uncomfortable
I knew her plight, poor girl - she has desires too
She is not like me
She is not free
She is bound by her fate
She is caught in a vicious circle
She can’t escape her truths
I looked out of the window and wondered about other things…
The girl suddenly came to life and said
I know you were talking about me
I work for a shopping mall
This is my uniform
My neighbourhood is a little conservative, you know
20th September 2003
Comments
each and every poem connects me to our college days..not all the contexts are familiar (I hope I am not one of your sleep people)..but the depth of your thoughts is...keep posting more...great job
Take care, Paro