Freedom, they say, is the ultimate goal
To nurture the emotions, to brighten the soul.
Freedom, they say, can’t be given but must be earned
Unbinding the desires, shackles should be burned.
What if, I ask, I’m trussed within my heart?
Attachments and obligations, in life’s every part.
Smiling ruefully even when I want to cry
Social dogmas, traditions, cultures- I’m everyone’s pry.
A lady you are, they say, as tender as a flower
Don’t belabour yourself, with freedom or power
Be good and polite, love everyone but yourself
Freedom? Oh yes! That’s just a chimerical elf!
Oh! Yes! I say, woman I am, as strong as a tree
Producing flowers and fruits, with seeds inside me
I’m Nature, with seeds of freedom that’ll burst one day
I’ll be free of servitude, of bondage and labor, come what may!
In many countries, women are treated as inferior to their male counterparts. The society that is a patriarchal and patrilineal one tries to infantilize the voice of women. Of course, time is changing and, there are millions of men out there who believe in the power and freedom of women. Still, there is a long way to go when we refer to the word “freedom”. I came across this post of my blogger friend Balroop on domestic violence a few days back. Here she has explained in a lucid manner how women often find it difficult to break the age-old shackles in order to embrace freedom.
The poem is shared with PU Midweek Motif ~ Freedom