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To: Sultan who wrote (768)	2/20/2002 12:41:58 PM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1595

<smile> The thing is, most of them are not as good as some men, but thats only a self reinforcing cycle.....they never get the exposure...so they never better themselves...

To: Sultan who wrote (768)	2/20/2002 12:59:47 PM
From: HG	Respond to of 1595

There are quite a few female hindi poets....but very few urdu poets.... Maybe its the darkness of urdu shairi which limits the women....? manaskriti.com Sorojini Naidoo <ithink> wrote this long and famous poem - about mourning the passing away of her childhood years...till she finds that she relives those beautiful days thru her own little daughter... Transcribed the first few paragraphs here...from memory...the only time i read it i was 10 years old...the whole poem has stayed with me all these years......coz it was very touching, even for a 10 year old... Baar baar aati hai mujhko madhur yaad bachhpan teri gaya le gaya tu jeevan ki sabse mast khushi meri chinta rahit khelna khana woh phirna nirbhay swachand kaise bhoola ja sakta hai bachhpan ka atulit anand Oonch neech ka gyan nahin tha Chhua chaat kisne jaani Bani hui thi ahhhh jhopadi aur cheethron mein main raani kiye doodh ke kulle maine choos agoontha sudha piya kilkari kallol machhake soona ghar abaad kiya rona aur machhal jana bhi kya anand dikhate the bade bade moti se aansoo jaimala pehnate the' main roi, maa kaam chodke aai mujhko utha kiya jhad ponch ke choom choom geele gaalon ko sukha diya aaja bachhpan ek baar phir de de apni nirmal shaanti vyakul vyatha mitane wali apni prakritik vishranti mai bacchpan ko bula rahi thi bol uthi bitiya meri nandan van si goonj uthi yeh chooti si kutiya meri "Maa-O" kehkar bula rahi thi Mitti kha kar aayi thi Kuch mooh mein, kuch liye haath mein mujhe khilane aai thi ????? Bol uthi woh "Maa khaao" Hua prafullit hriday khushi se Maine kaha "Tumhi khaao" . . . . And then the last one is Paya maine bacchpan phir se Bachhpan beti ban kar aaya Iski yeh mangal moorti dekh kar mujhmein navjeevan chhaya Ab mein iske saath khelti, khaati hoon, tutlati hoon bandh kar iske saath swayam main bhi bacchi ban jaati hoon !