Nomad women

Nomad women

______By Aranna Hasan Delwar.

Today I remember my childhood very much.

Every morning was blissful,

Noon rice sleep,

Sometimes by avoiding the eyes of parents

Chatting with friends sitting on the bank of Dighi in the afternoon.

The afternoon was spent walking

His house is his house, eating the fruit of his tree

And playing various games.

Life was like a butterfly or a sparrow,

Lost forever.

Today I remember my childhood very much

I was the beloved daughter of everyone in the house

My life was so full of love.

Everything is dark today.

Negligence in the husband's family is about pain

Parents cannot be told,

Saying, this is how it is, let's adapt

One day everything will be fine.

Five years have passed

It has changed, but the level of torture has increased

Who should I tell about my troubles?

A girl has everything, everyone has

But when a girl becomes a woman

Then everything is lost, everyone is gone.

Changing from a girl to a woman is very painful

Even if it burns in fire, it turns into ash and is extinguished

Rivers also float the drowning

Women's suffering never ends, not to be.

Women never belong to anyone.

He was born with a nomadic life

Husband's house becomes children's house,

Then a life of neglect and loneliness

Then the grave.