(Dedicated to all women, daughters of middle class parents who are undergoing a traumatic life in their rich in-laws house, because of status difference)



Wish I could,
Break my cage,
One last time spread my wings
Flap freely in the wilderness
Take a hopeful flight,
Out of helplessness…….

Wish I could,
Speak my heart,
One last time recite my dreams
Under the cover of brooding sky
Holding your hands
And endlessly cry………

Wish I could,
Show my tears
One last time endure the pain
Of piercing daggers and swords
Of blatant deeds
And sarcastic words……

Wish I could
Set on fire,
Myself as I silently stood
Saw them, heard them, let them do
I bled with pain
God didn’t move……

Wish I could
Even the divide,
Of powerful rich and the dismal poor
Light up every dejected daughter’s face
When her parents come
Visiting her place……...

But I could not ….I could not!

Seema Aarella

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