A woman...

I know a woman
Has a desire to fly
Anxious she try
She is frightened of travel and cry

I know a woman
In the corner of her house
Between washing and cooking
Sings a love song
She beholds a simple gaze and she is alone
Her voice is tired and exhausted, and she is torn
Her dreams are at the bottom of future and wasted

I know a woman
Being regretful
Why has she lost her heart?
To the one dose not surmise

A woman whispers quietly
I am tired of this house
But in dilemma if she disparts
Whose hand going to comb the hair
Of her child

A woman is in pain and pregnant
A baby of sorrow in her arms
The woman whispers and cries
She is empty in her breasts of milk to feed her child

A woman with her lonely fiber
Is sewing a net

A woman in the darkened corner
Is praying for light

A woman acquainted with chain
A woman familiar with jail
All of her shares are
The cold look of a prison guard


I know a woman
Dies of despise on her prides
But she sings
The music of what destiny brings


A woman struggling with poverty
Sleeps with tears
A woman with regret and perplexity
Is not aware of her conviction and fears


I know a woman
Her poem smells with sadness
But she smiles and says
That world is full of toss and turns

I know a woman
Every night reads stories,
Poems for her child
With Her chest full of immense pains
But keeps her pride

A woman is scared of leaving
She is the candle light of the house
If she leaves this house out the door
Dark and empty will be her house of her love and adore

A woman ashamed
Of the empty table
With a child on her side
Oh my baby sleeps the night
Oh yes sleep
And I will repeat the song of lullaby


I know a woman yellow skirt
She night and day is cry
She is barren
And in pain
Hoping to breed a life on her side

I know a woman
She is out of breath of life
Her steps are exhausted
Her heart beneath her feet
Her hopes are empty in life
Shouts that: it is enough


I know a woman
With the evil within her soul
Has fought for thousand times
And won the battle at last
Has laughed alas
To the ridiculed of the
Infamous that made her toil

A woman is singing
A woman is silent
A woman within the lights
Is stranded at dark nights



A woman works like a man
She has blisters in her hand
Pain and suffering fills her life
She forgets
She is carrying a child in her womb

A woman is in her death bed
A woman is on her way of dying
Who will ask of their well being?
I do not know
I do not know
One night in a tiny bed
A woman slowly will pass,
And her life will end, alas

And gets her revenge
A woman
Of a womanizer man
I know a woman…
I know a woman…
I know a woman…