Political Poem - Aliza Bakht


A Sonnet for Sayeda

Sayeda won’t fail to show up for her daily small chores.
She brooms and dusts and washes with regularity
She treads softly to not disturb my sad lazy snores
She has no thought or opinion of political vulgarity.
She’s seen me through a boy one and two and three,
And passed them off with a smile so sly yet fleeting.
She abuses and threatens the maids to keep her fee
And takes a two-hour long bus home with bare seating.
The metro won’t reach her home she doesn’t know why
Neither will proper electricity, nor water.
Her man or kids, I think they make her cry
And shame forbids her from attaining felicity.
She has no thought or opinion of political vulgarity.
Let’s romantice her and hide all economic disparity.



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