The Struggle of a Black Woman By GOBINDA BISWAS

1.      The Struggle of a Black Woman                                GOBINDA BISWAS

I am a pitchy black young woman

Always I am laughed at by the society,

I was born not only to be ridiculed

But also to lead a life in fear and anxiety.

From my very childhood I hear

That I’m a sack of black coal,

Someone called me a female ghost

The other would now and then troll.

I grew physically in contempt and insult

I was harassed at life’s every step,

Though spring wind blew over me

To them I was a Neolithic ape.

Parents tried utmost to get my companion

They would come and took my interview,

They smiled and told I was Tar, the beautiful

So, I am without a companion hitherto.

But I did not surrender to cruel Fate

I devoted myself to some creative work,

This was my worship round the clock

Now here is white light but no murk.

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2.      The Soldier is Crying

                             GOBINDA BISWAS

I am a soldier, a really brave soldier

Always you think I have no finer feelings,

That I’m a machine like the cruel machine gun

Truly speaking I don’t like bombings and firings.

Despite that I am going to the battle-field

To kill those imaginary enemies I don’t know,

Who have done no harm to me at all

They’re not my enemies, I can’t help but rue.

On the contrary, I also might be killed in front

Those soldiers never wanted me to slay,

Thus either we, the soldiers kill or be killed

Not we but Mars triumphs on the Death Valley.

Now I am on way to the horrible war-front

Over there   are my wife with our little darling,

She rushed to me and began to wail loudly

My throat got chocked while I was weeping.

She was panicked that I would not come back

For too few would return from the bloody battle,

She was howling, ‘Please, don’t go to the front’

I took little child to arms and she began to rattle.

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