Woman, you are a Satisal tree,
Woman, you are a Satisal tree.
Unshaken by storms,
Unfallen even by tsunamis.
Though soaked by the rain of pain,
You remain strong deep within.
Woman, you are a Satisal tree.
Hiding your tears, you give a smile.
Keeping your own pain in your heart,
You place balm on the wounds of others.
Woman, you are a Satisal tree.
The bright moon of the home,
The breath of the courtyard,
You comfort the tired heart
With a cool, calm, deep faith.
No matter how many wounds you receive,
You stand again with grace,
Gathering your broken dreams,
You decorate life once more.
Woman, you are a Satisal tree
A deep story of sacrifice.
Within your silent struggle
Lies an entire lifetime.
A world without you
Would be incomplete and desolate.
Woman, you are a Satisal tree,
Who even in sorrow
Makes the red rhododendron
of hope bloom.
Just Smile
Don’t let the world see
Your eyes filled with rage
Become an enigma
Like the Bermuda Triangle
In front of the selfish world
Just show your smile
Make your teeth a weapon
Just smile
From decades
Our grandmother’s will
Inside her wooden box
Secured with locks
Or the rites, rituals and traditions
All done for good fortune
Passed on through our grandfathers
Superstitions and patriarchy
Endured through centuries
Because of the status of a woman
Do not show your suffering to others
Just smile
Anjana Paudel är en poet och akademiker från Nepal.
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