i want to go to school too father
you, a girl? why,
you dream too high
what need of school for you?
am i not a child father?
is school not for me?
don't i need my lessons in life
you, a girl? why,
you dream too high
what need of school for you?
am i not a child father?
is school not for me?
don't i need my lessons in life
what lessons girl?
isn't the home school enough?
isn't your mother the best teacher?
doesn't the forest you pick firewood from
teach you the lessons you need?
they don't teach cooking
or washing utensils and clothes
or tending the cattle
or working in the fields
and who will look after the younger children
when your mother is working and i'm not home
who will cook and feed?
who do you think will get the fodder
and pick the mahua when season has come
school isn't for you girl
go, see your brother cries.
Footnote: According to census 2001 52.2% of the women are still iliterate in India.
4 comments:
rarely am i impressed by others' poetry. :D you see, the high-wordage black-eyed poems depress the poop out of me. but this... stark, real and alive. This is poetry. Loved it.
@Mac- Thank you again.
hmmmm..vinnani this sets me thinking.....its such a beautiful representation and i agree completely with mac....its poetry at its best and theres also this kusum-touch to it....loved it!!!!
People should read this.
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