Her elders said
“Do your Duty,
Practice frugality,
Steady your mind,
For treasures you will find
Keep each other for always,
Together, walk life’s pathways”
With Joined palms and bowed heads
Accepting blessings
Quelling misgivings
She walked hand in hand
With the stranger, now husband.
Not knowing the reason
For being in the prison
Of suppressed Passion
Never without Caution
Every Thought, a rebel
Her emotions in constant swell
Waiting to go forth,
A chance for rebirth.
Craving for the elusive
Keeping her Captive
Until she could
Break free, she would
When completely cornered
No way to go, but Forward
She walked with head held high
Not letting others in on the Lie
Marching like a soldier
Putting aside every boulder
Pretending to be brave
Making efforts, never to cave
No time to think
Of her being’s kink
With times chisel, She became that
The Lie, of Duty’s Format
Through Duty, she found Loyalty
Through loyalty, she lost frailty
Loss of Frailty, made her Brave
Brave, while facing her grave
Now, she didn’t have to hide.
As She walked with Pride.
November 2007 - K P Rashmi.
3 comments:
Powerful!
Thank you Mithuna!
People marry for love here and we have one of the highest divorce rates in the world. In the end a marriage is almost like a business partnership in the long term, and people who are "in love" at the beginning find out too late that they haven't worked on the terms and conditions of the long term contract. That is a wonderful poem.
Such true words.
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