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Paro

.

*

Do I have a tongue,

Can I speak too?

In this strange world,

Am I a human too?

 

Do I have a heart,

Can I live too?

In this strange land,

Am I alive too?

 

In the midst of Oblivion,

I search my visions,

I once used to dream,

As a young teenager,

In Sea of Paro s

I try to remember,

The faces of people

I had once lived with

Father, mother, brother

Of all those people

I had once called family.

 

I came here as girl,

I am shared in the family,

I born plenty children,

I am sold and re-sold

In and around

To any men who

Can afford to buy,

I am kept but

Seldom married,

Each street have

it's own paro,

They all have

But the same story.

 

After some years

I cease to exist,

For the people

Who bought me

I am an old cattle

Who no longer

give them pleasure,

I am now a burden

A liability soon

To be shedded..

 

They don't throw

me though,

They leave me alone

In a small room,

I have become a mother

Of a girl or two

I have new family

But no identity

fits me ever,

When I come here

I became a Paro,

When my times up

I die a Paro!!

 

Paro is short for

Pardesi, a foreigner,

I am the girl

Bought for men

From another land

Into there land,

To born son's

For there motherland.

 

This is ordeal of

A soul that once lived,

Now it's just a body

With no role,

No fiction this

It's a real story

A reality of some

Distant land !!

 

That land for you

Is so very strange

Where eight young man

**** a pregnant goat!

And the strangest

thing is they

go away and

Roam scot free..!!

 

Soon the elders in the village

Will have a big meet,

They will give compensation

To the owner of the goat,

And free from the sin

There precious young boys

The martyred goat

Will also have new name,

And so it will soon

Be christened to

A new species of

"Paro"-

a first of it's kind

A Welcome from

an animal world!!

 

And so I ask again

Do I really exist?

What form of life

Do I have here?

In this strange land

Are they human too??

Does even a little atleast

A thing called

Humanity exist???

*

Sparkle in Wisdom.

1/8/2018.

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Written by
Neha_S
43 / F / West Africa
Published
Aug 2, 2018
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https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2018/mar/07/india-girls-women-trafficked-brides-sexual-domestic-slavery

Wrote this poem after reading this article.

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