Click Aurat Kav to read in PunjabiWoman_Poetry A hole in her heart. This is her heart – soft like flower and hard like steel woman has a hole in her heart carrying from generation to generation she cannot say what she wants to she cannot feel in her mind and body what is not allowed for her to feel. Her heart thinks and her conscious mind feels she is a miracle of the nature! She blooms like the first crux of the spring and her smile being unaware of the traditions gets plucked and trampled under the feet. She stops right there in the footprint of time and is reminded that she has a hole in her heart. She was given a gift of being a woman when she opened her eyes for the first time and saw the light and heard the very first words: “Again we have got a stone not a heir!” Bad omen for the mother that she did not give birth to a son and bad luck for the baby girl that a hole was drilled in her heart by the tradition and the mother put her hand on her own chest and said “I also have a hole in my heart, and my mother too and my mother’s mother too…!” . Foot Prints of the Silence that become the pages of history.