Saturday poems. My Blind Daughter and Damsel in Distress by the Indian author Adreyo Sen. Enjoy them, Yareah friends!
Damsel in Distress
On her fifth birthday, the young girl
received her first castle. She loved it
very much, even the goblins that seemed to lurk
in its stained, dark hallways.
Growing up, she knew best of all
these early playmates, the incomplete
princes and princesses that lived within
the castle walls. She gave them love and
leaning on her, they grew tall and strong.
The little girl stayed the same. Her dungeon
was the castle. Her sisters went
into the world and married while she sat
embroidering new tapestries for the caste walls
till the castle broke from her shaking grasp and fell
and revealed itself to be a thing of clay and its brave warriors
and courteous damsels dying moths.
Her grasp of all that was real lost, the little girl sighed
and cried herself to sleep.
My Blind Daughter
My daughter is still blind.
She can only see the haggard beauty
in your eyes, not the roses of disdaining
grey and red
on your arms and feet.
Perhaps she is correct, perhaps
the rank smell that surrounds us
is my own inability to see.