The dark daughter, what do you know about her, <br />The pains behind the smiles of hers, <br />Outwardly dark-complexioned, <br />But inwardly working and toilsome, <br />Which know you not, <br />I know it not. <br /> <br />The dark girl, the pains of hers, <br />The joys and sorrows of hers, <br />The world has not come to feel it, <br />The pains of hers, <br />The pains of her living. <br /> <br />Dark but beautiful, <br />With a figure and face-cutting of her own, <br />She lives in the joys and sorrows of her own, <br />The pains and pines of her own, <br />Her struggle and sacrifice, <br />What do we know about them? <br /> <br />The dark daughter, <br />The pains of hers the world knows it not, <br />The pines <br />Which maraud they the soul, <br />The heart of hers. <br /> <br />The dark girl, what to say about <br />Your pain and pine, <br />Struggle, suffering and sacrifice, <br />Your toil, tears and sweat? <br /> <br />The dark daughter, <br />Your dark colour and complexion, <br />Your dark beauty, <br />My introspection, <br />Which the world feels it not. <br /> <br />You go on labouring, <br />But what do you get instead, <br />Sobs, tears, blames, insults? <br />Rape, feticide and trafficking, <br />Domestic violence, <br />Threaten you, threaten you, dark daughter.<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-girl/
