No time to squander, no time to rest <br />The supervisor leering looking at her breast <br />Females in this country for centuries oppressed <br />When will it change, when will it progress? <br /> <br />She heads home after collecting her weekly wage <br />Her cheeks pinched, looking beyond her age <br />Her husband having picked a fight, waiting in rage <br />Beats her up for no reason as if crazed <br /> <br />Snatching the money, he heads to the arrack haunt <br />Its money day for him which he boldly flaunts <br />His family forgotten, its arrack that he wants <br />Abused and malnourished for years, his body gaunt <br /> <br />Resigned to her fate, she puts her children to sleep <br />Alone at last, she curls up and begins to weep <br />Dozes off, is rudely woken up by the drunken creep <br />Falling on her, his lust is unleashed<br /><br />Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/h-2-dedications-from-the-life-of-an-indian-village-woman-2/
