The dark daughter <br />Sculpted on the walls <br />Of the terracotta temples <br />Depict and delineate I <br />The daughters of maya and moha, <br />Dark and beautiful <br />And lovely, <br />Mythical and mystical. <br /> <br />Under the heat and dust, <br />The sun and shower, <br />I see her working all daylong, <br />Into the sighs and sobs of her own, <br />A girl cheated on the path of life <br />Through the false promises made, <br />A devadasi or a sevadasi <br />Or a nautch girl replica. <br /> <br />Dark daughter, dark not, but lovely, <br />Someone's affectionate and dear daughter, <br />Maybe it not mine, <br />But some loving father's loving daughter definitely, <br />Break you not her heart, <br />The heart of the mythical daughter, <br />After all, she is also a man, <br />Think of her poor life. <br /> <br />A daughter is a daughter after all, <br />Give not pains to her, <br />Hurt not her poor heart, <br />Her trouble and tribulation <br />None has come to feel, <br />None has what it marauds her self, <br />Save the poor girl child of India!<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dark-daughter-a-poem/
