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Always Respect Tradition

tradition quote
Always respect tradition, I was taught

And I would have obeyed, but then I realised

If everyone had done the same thing

Where would I be?


Books would no longer be my friends,

Education would be barred to me;

My meagre brain at the mercy of

The wise men, who guided me.

My imagination neatly wrapped

Between the lines of a prayer-book;

My life would be of household chores.

Respect would be an alien word;

I would have taunts and scolds aplenty.

My feet bound to the threshold

Too scared to tread the outside world,

No knowledge would ever pierce the walls;

Ignorance would be my salvation.


Always respect tradition, I was taught

And I would have obeyed, but then I realised

If everyone had done the same thing

I would have faced a horrible fate.


I would be at home, a veil covering

my face, and a husband whom I worshipped

for the kicks and punches, he rewarded me.

I would be serving his parents while

He harassed mine for money.

I would pray for his long life, and not for any 

Claims of love, nor hypocrisy on my part.

I would really want him to live long,

For his death would be my destruction.

I would rather have the bruises he gives

Than be burned in the funeral pyre.

Some cultures would spare my life

Only to kill me everyday.



Always respect tradition, I was taught

And I refused to obey for the sake of a future girl.

Because, when I bring a piece of change,

She would be in some place better.

―K.A. Acharya © 2018

* I in the poem doesn't refer to me (as in Kiran), 
it's any girl who would have been victim 
to irrational traditions and customs. 
Pls check The woes of a Fiction Writer to understand.

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Heart

after all the pain
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Haiku- a valley

the solo trekker

scales the snowy mountain peak;

valley left behind

© Kiran Acharya 2017

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his absence motivation—

a writer was born

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Everyone is born different

Born different
Some are born to love;
Some are born for passion.

He might love the feel of breeze;
She creates a cyclone.
While some people live their lives,
Others need to feel alive.

Not everyone runs the same race,
Not even for the same reason.
Some covet the shiny trophy;
Others like the roadside scene.

While some aim for lofty goals,
Some just want the thrill of chase.
Not all wish to settle down,
Some are born to run free.

© (2017) Kiran Acharya

A haiku

gone with the deluge…

dusty window-pane drawings

childhood mementos

© 2016 Kiran Acharya

Haiku/Senryu

Anxiety

Flower

Flower

each petal unfurls

hope blooms in the depths of heart

as the flowers smile

Also read  the dilemma of a flower in Birth of a flower

© Kiran Acharya (2016)

gentle evening breeze

blows dry leaves off the ground…

wrinkled man sits still

© Kiran Acharya 2016