own house
When I think of returning home,
I remember that house is not mine anymore.
The four-walled houses of girls today belong to brothers and sisters, not mine!
Cracked walls, mossy walls,
I dream that every morning mother takes that for me.
Husband says, this is my house --
understand-hear-understand
A girl with no hair
Talk big?
Every day I think, I will return home
Mother is at that door,
The tide comes in the chest,
It's dawn, it's dawn.
Mother has no strength today.
He also knows --
whose name is also his wall,
Housewives have no rights.
Search for thousands
Not that my man-house!
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By Bijan Mondal11 months ago in Poets
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