In a love filled cocoon. The family that’s a boon. All besides her time and again. Ulveena smiles looking at them. She watched over them always. She’ll watch over them always. Life is but a breathing space. Today’s being leaves no trace. The liberty that she seeks alone. How we wish she has a clone. I hug you from a distance of miles. Dear Ulveena you gave us smiles . Wishing you a smooth move. The heart shall cry till we meet.
The simple dreams and all freedom of the docile Indian daughter in law or wife in the conservative families still exist like some distant wish. This poem speaks of the feelings of many such women who dare not break free yet strive for the day they have their own identity. I am tired to … Continue reading I Am Tired