Sunday, October 16, 2016

Wings of fire



She looked around,
Eyes gleaming with hope.
She smiled,
As she saw this cruel, iniquitous, malevolent world
For the last time.
She was about to fly,
Her wings of freedom spread,
As she was ready to escape,
This prison of unfriendliness


She felt proud,
To be bold enough
To leave this diabolical world,
This unimaginativeness
 Slowly she began to fly,
Towards liberty
She felt so good,
She could no longer be fooled,
By those wicked villains
She felt happy,
She felt content,
She felt so satisfied
She felt, independent.


Suddenly,
Her wings began to catch fire,
She began to fall,
She began to fail in her motive to escape
She felt suffocated,
She felt claustrophobic
She felt hurt
She fell to the ground.


Her life began to fall in pieces
The wicked villains were ready with weapons,
To punish her for having a dream,
Her wings were cut off,
The fire of independence burnt off
Her dreams were burnt to ashes,
Tears were falling off her eyes.
The happiness, satisfaction, independence vanished.


She was brainwashed.
Her independence vanished.
So did her dreams.
She felt sad for a while,
But then understood it was for her good.
She was a girl after all,
An Indian girl,


She was supposed to sit at home,
Why dream to work outside home? It is the job of men.
Why look for independence? Aren’t we an independent nation?
Why wear modern clothes? They are for men.
Why to fly away from society? A good Indian woman accepts societal norms.


This is what she was taught.
She was denied independence,
Punished for having a dream,
Her world was her house.
Her right to dream was taken away,
Just because she was a girl,
An Indian girl.  



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10 comments:

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  2. What a beautiful piece of writing. The use of blank verse makes everything truthful and honest. My favourite line is: She is Brainwashed. Whooooaaaa .... This entire poem can be told in this single line. For a writer like you, even sky is not the limit. Keep mesmerizing us. Bless you.

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  3. gave a superb piece of writing ... I owe you this ...
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  4. This so awesome n very intellectually written. I showed so many of my known people and proudly told that this was written by my niece. No wonder one day u gonna make us proud on a different level. God bless you

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  5. This so awesome n very intellectually written. I showed so many of my known people and proudly told that this was written by my niece. No wonder one day u gonna make us proud on a different level. God bless you

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  6. Lovely Aastha...be everything but "The Bhartiya Chokri". Proud of you...break the norms and fly high, we are with you :-)

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