In her eyes lived a mother’s hope and a father’s dream
But the howls in the night lugged her into the realm of the senses-
Caged in moral darkness and surrounded by lustful fences,
She became a bride’s nightmare and a man’s alluring dream!
Over the turbulent seas of contumacious thoughts
The winds coerced her sail into the wild wild mind-
Unmindful of man’s ever widening moral droughts
And the cries and whispers of her puerile dormant mind.
Evenings past, the people can no longer bear her sight
For in her presence, they seek for despair
And on discovering they have wronged her beyond repair
They insidiously inquire on her living right!
Come the evening and the garden must be tidied,
The vociferous sounds of the passionate bees ringing clearly,
The flower is put down to rest for eternity dearly
And cry comes from afar, ‘may a new flower be readied’!
The Upsilamba 