A woman’s eye <br /> <br />Bears the brunt <br /> <br />Of releasing the sorrow <br /> <br />Of all those around her <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Not revealing <br /> <br />Unable to reveal <br /> <br />Those hundred words buried <br /> <br />Rain through one silent wail <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />She voices those delicate memories <br /> <br />Like a finely tuned veena at the slightest touch <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />She flutters like a tender leaf <br /> <br />At the pressure of sorrow invisible <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Within her heart arched like a bow <br /> <br />She’s the naari* that bears everybody’s <br /> <br />Accumulated tension <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />She renders meaning to her surroundings <br /> <br />When they abruptly turn extraneous <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />She’s the protagonist of that scene <br /> <br />She’s a transparent curtain <br /> <br />That subtly displays those invisible roles <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />*naari: bowstring as well a woman <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />12Oct2010 <br /> <br />21.04hrs <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />*Original in Telugu by Vinnakoya Ravishankar <br /> <br />.<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-103/
