A thousand flowers sprout in the bosom <br />The dreams of the years gone now subdued <br />In the wake of reality that descends <br />Like waves after waves on the shore <br /> <br />Many colors and hues now dried <br />The color of the rainbow appearing dull <br />Which once was a fairy tale <br />To change the gender it was once said <br />Cross over the rainbow <br /> <br />The desire was not a deal as bad <br />Only raised and not loved in the world <br />So dominant by the other gender <br /> <br />The uncertainty of future with its dragon teeth <br />Love’s mast is the only way to sail <br />Through the murky waters <br /> <br />Having loved then for years and years <br />The lover, the husband, brother and son <br />Still in search of recognition of my love <br />In the man’s hand is my piece of bread <br /> <br />In the world of natural selection <br />When survival of the fittest is the rule <br />Braved have I the way for a living in harmony <br />Carry not I the gun nor do I have a doctrine <br /> <br />Who shall then fight for my freedom forbidden <br />Love is the last hope as the trees and vegetables <br />Only that I shed tears and sighs of the brutality <br />The civilization has dawned on me my destruction <br /> <br />Greater is the temptation for when I am hungry <br />Sell my body or what do I give in legacy <br />To the younger little girls who look at me <br />For inspiration when love stands abandoned <br /> <br />Rise women of the world for let’s change the destiny <br />Of our lives and future and not to be consumed <br />By hollow words of love without any meaning <br />18/9/2008<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-speaks-2/
