Atiya Daewood, a Sindhi poet from Pakistan. The only references I’ve found to her is this poem AND the following ling with the 2nd poem. Does anyone know her work?
Hand in Hand
I want to walk beside you
through life
and you!
Want to put a ring in my nose
To pull me along
Intoxicated by love,
I want to love you
and you!
Want to be god
Making and breaking me.
I want to dance forever in
the courtyard of your heart.
and you!
Singing the songs of my helplessness
On the tambourine of my needs,
want me to dance like a puppet.
I want to become a perfume
And permeate your body
But you!
Want to hide me in your pocket.
I want to cry:
And you!
Want to make me laugh as
you flick your fingers.
Atiya Daewood
from Goodwin, Jan: “Price of Honor”, Little Brown and Company, NY, 1994.
http://www.spinninglobe.net/honor.htm
The Journey
The journey of my life
begins from home,
ends at the graveyard.
My life is spent like a corpse,
carried on the shoulders
of my father and brother,
husband and son.
Bathed in religion,
attired in customs,
and buried in a grave of ignorance.