Program Development Officer
I wrote a poem. Why did I write it? Because I felt the poem itself.
This poem has no name. No need a name for a feeling…
Here it is. (Thanks to Mumtaz for the translation)
I never expected to become a mother
What I never thought I have become
I am fond of my little one
When moving inside me
But I cannot face this society
But I want to see the face of my little one
Mother received all the love in the world from my father
When she was expecting my little brother
Oh but me …… mother and father are both angry with me
I crave for love and affection from someone, like that of my father
I am trapped …… my thoughts, my emotions, everything is imprisoned in my heart
Who is a closer companion than my tears?
What do I do?
Everyone says it is my fault
Did anyone ever tell me these things?
Had I known better, will I be this way?
I believe I am not wrong
Then who is?