Tangled in vines swirling in a typhoon
The woman – child dances blindly
Ecstatic at everything life promises her:
Warmth, comfort, Queen title,
Giving her the impression that the world
Is a fluffy playground and that the smiles she carries
Shall always remain the same
But she knows not when and how the typhoon
Crosses the oceans merely to land her
On new lands, where her smiles have to be earned
She is now woman, no longer child
And life plays another symphony for her,
Most of time laden with sad notes
So much that everything is no more given
On a golden platter
The protection she received when she was yet a child
Now plays a scary game of hide and seek with her
Its rules are clear;
Should she lose her steps, should she forget to look ahead
She will be subject to a life lived upon sheer pretense
The smile she carried upon her face turned into tears
Then into screaming agonies in the middle of the night
Then into silent submission while waiting for the typhoon
To land her somewhere where she shall get that which
She could not find anywhere while she lived on Earth
And which caused her to agonize at all times:-
R-E-S-P-E-C-T !
ANOUCHEKA GANGABISSOON
