
"Song of the Water Bearer"
In the heart of dawn, where shadows yawn,I tread the path of sorrow's song.With clay pot balanced, rivers long,I whisper to the one now gone.My husband, in the earth so deep,I fetch the tears that none may keep.Once a wife, my spirit steep,Now a slave where shadows creep.In-laws' eyes like vultures' gaze,Strip my hope, my dreams erase.Once a mother, in love's embrace,Now a child, in this harsh place.Their words are thorns, their hearts are stone,In this house, I'm all alone.From the hearth to fields unknown,I toil, a ghost, through moans and groans.The river listens, hears my plea,Its waters hold my memory.Oh, husband, set my spirit free,For in this life, I cease to be.Once a bride in laughter’s light,Now a shadow in the night.I sing, I weep, with all my might,To honor love, lost to blight.




