I'm embalmed in bitterness
From years of being your slave
Serving morning tea at your bed
I poison it with my curses.
I wear a snake called hate around my neck
It hisses at your very sight when you shout my name
Revealing its fangs is all it ever does
It is my heart who drinks all the venom
It is dying a slow death.
I wonder if Kali and Durga feel disgraced
By the woman gulping the torments down her throat
This is no 'abla nari', oh no
But the jewel of goodness is too heavy to carry
And the counsel is nothing but spectators.