Woman lives in secrecy.

You can, in a mirror, see yourself

But you can never see yourself

The way you are to someone else.

You won’t appear to yourself

The way you do to a man’s eyes.

Many things you adorn yourself with

As per wishes of someone else.

That someone else is none other

Than your peers, spouse or lover.

You are the doll without voice, dear woman.

That is why you are shrouded in secrecy.

07.05.2001