This is a poem dedicated from me to all women(especially widows) who have been victims of harmful traditional pratices

The bread-winner is gone
unto the land of our silent fathers
the fear of the woman is ignited
what cometh next?

The village women;already gathered
equipped with razor;
armed with water
clutching woven mat
what cometh next?

She was dragged out
from the loving arms
of her fruits
what cometh next?

Supressed by able-bodied men on the mat
she put forth her voice
as the vicious object pass through her scalp
what cometh next?

Her face looking towards
her mouth yield open
as the water cascaded down her throat
what cometh next?

Kept in a dark room
for seven fearful nights & days
sleeping and rising with a corpse
what cometh next?
The urgency for enlightenment
a wicked and babaric culture
that needs to be eradicated
what cometh next?

The need to be treated like a womanwith dignity and pride
the agony of a woman
so painful.