Poet’s note: This poem is dedicated to all the women out there who have to think twice before going out late at night, who do not feel safe in their own country or at their homes, and to all those who have suffered injustice at the hands of the evil society, and who refuse to give up!
Walking again on that narrow path
through the valley
she remembered her childhood.
How she could never get surfeit of it
the fresh foliage always overwhelmed her,
trees stood tall, as if sheltering the way.
But today she stood silent.
Never before she envied the birds
touching the sky,
or the merry animals
maybe she had now sensed the cage around!
No they didn’t tie her
with cuffs and chains,
but they humiliated her with their naked eyes,
yet she was the one to be covered!
It was their actions, their thoughts,
yet she was the one who suffered!
Little did she know,
when she was little
that her life would turn upside down,
but she looked again at the merry animals and the birds,
“I was not born to be bound!”
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