PIC COURTESY: HARSH KAMAT
POEM BY: GAURAVI KENI :)
Bound by the shackles of duty and tradition
I’ve lost sight of my ambition
O freedom! I can hear your call!
I can feel you desperately groping for my soul.
I yearn for you
Like a man in a desert thirsty for water
Like a homeless dweller desperate for shelter
Oh freedom! I can hear you loud and clear!
I can feel myself edging closer to you….
But I stop, I retreat…..it is duty that calls me back!
I see the fruit of my years of hard work,
My home, which I’ve woven out of love
I see my reflection
In the eyes of my children
I feel the echoing demands
In the silence of my husband, my in-laws
But alas!
Oh freedom! Your call is more authoritative than anything!
My feet drag me to the river crossing
Drag me to a new world
I will cross this river
I will see the other side
Oh freedom! When your call is answered
I will come back to my abode
I am a woman
I will always be duty’s child
But when I hear you call again….
I know, I will be waiting for the ferry
To take me to the other side…
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