Daughter – A bridge
-Dr. C. Bhavani Devi
Translation -swatee Sripada
No one produces a daughter willingly
They take life from an illusion
Of producing a son
Daughters are always the bridges
Throughout the country
From small villages to huge cities
Between everyone in families
Daughters are the bridges
Who cares the streams within them?
Who pays attention to the innovative bridges?
Carrying the overburdened oceans
On their heads at every occasion
Sometimes,
They quiver in the gloomy superstitions
In the veils of reforms
tremble a lot and shiver
how many knew
that their entire conflict lies
in becoming bridges?
As Seriousness of a deep river,
A life of oceanic ebbs and tides
No daughter ponders to stand as a bridge
But this is a crucified foundation of generations together
It’s a pain of soul that hurts every experience
Bridges could not complain
Because
They never come into the world on their own
From the illusion of a son being born
They take birth
Knotting the distances between
Mother, father and brothers
Burying themselves in deep kinships
Tethering the independent dreams
To the poles of responsibilities
How long will the bridges survive?
To the rush of suddenly drenching resplendency
Yielding on someday is a must
Then,
Daughters never germinate
From the illusion of a son being born
Nowhere they appear as bridges
They start flowing as streams of rivers.
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A native of Nizamabad, writes poetry in English and Telugu, Novels , stories In Telugu. Translates from Telugu to English and English to Telugu.
Published 5 poetry volumes in Telugu, 5 story anthologies, 5 novels and 32 translations. Loves and lives in poetry.