Woman lives in secrecy.

You can, in a mirror, see yourself
But you can never see yourself
The way you are to someone else.
You won’t appear to yourself
The way you do to a man’s eyes.
Many things you adorn yourself with
As per wishes of someone else.
That someone else is none other
Than your spouse or lover.
You are the doll without voice, dear woman.
That is why you are shrouded in secrecy.
07.05.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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