FREE BUT NOT LIBERATED
Mine is a free country,
no more under any bondage.
But I… am still incarcerated
FREE BUT NOT LIBERATED.
Back there in the eighteenth and nineteenth century,
I was confined within the four walls of the house
and had no right to education.
I was trapped and betrothed at twelve,
while I was still green and naive.
I was asked to be a ‘ pure and virtuous woman’ ,
and renounce my life in the name of ‘Sati’.
But today, I have stepped out of my home,
have started reading and writing books.
I am no more only a homemaker
and have entered the professional world,
BUT I AM STILL NOT LIBERATED.
Although surpassed the boundaries of home,
I failed to defy the conventions of the society.
I am molested and raped,
defamed and debased.
Home is still the safest realm for me,
stepping out of which means risking my life.
Marriage is still a call that ought not to be missed.
Yes,….today I am writing, but writing only about the plight of my life,
WAITING TO BE LIBERATED AND NOT JUST FREED.