Forgive me for my "mistake".
If it was a mistake at all!
I've undergone many experiences
which have blessed though a little,
And caused much pain, unique and sublime .
Deliberately you've tried to draw the line.
When you went to the forest in search of
Your brother-lost in the puzzle of shrubs and trees.
That was the rejoinder, the circle which I
Should not cross , or overlap while doing chores.
Danger was there, in the landscape, upon the
Unknown beaten track, or everywhere- beside the
Fountain head, or the corner stone, laid bare.
The lesson was taught, the woman should not forget
What the Man has told; With honor and obedience ,
Respect the pride unquestionable , ageless.
So, tell the legends in history and texts.
You've curved the destiny of mine with that line.
Yet, there are duties to perform, orders to maintain.
Or the lessons ,nourished and cherished by mother-clan.
Which I should not supposed to forget !
The mendicant asked for alms, and there was also
The debate of sin and piety, thwarting the voice
Of weaker sex, in the battle of beliefs and arguments.
Dwindling between shouldn't and should,
The honor was ruined in obligation.
He has snatched away the aura- chaste and divine.
I was the thing to be preserved or the thing to be possessed.
I was the pawn to be bartered or the trophy of triumph.
Now, I'm alone, silenced by questions and doubts,
Burning endlessly as an act of penance ,
To escape the shame of schemes and curse.
I'm the girl, the woman, meant for confinement.
As the laws say and and the customs confirm
That my will is restricted , limited and numbered.
So, it has been preordained that transgression
Summon the despair and extinction; in nightmare
I moan and pray for redemption for committing rebellion,
Ignoring the "line" that has been etched by omnipotent Man
Present within you, seeking submission!
If it was a mistake at all!
I've undergone many experiences
which have blessed though a little,
And caused much pain, unique and sublime .
Deliberately you've tried to draw the line.
When you went to the forest in search of
Your brother-lost in the puzzle of shrubs and trees.
That was the rejoinder, the circle which I
Should not cross , or overlap while doing chores.
Danger was there, in the landscape, upon the
Unknown beaten track, or everywhere- beside the
Fountain head, or the corner stone, laid bare.
The lesson was taught, the woman should not forget
What the Man has told; With honor and obedience ,
Respect the pride unquestionable , ageless.
So, tell the legends in history and texts.
You've curved the destiny of mine with that line.
Yet, there are duties to perform, orders to maintain.
Or the lessons ,nourished and cherished by mother-clan.
Which I should not supposed to forget !
The mendicant asked for alms, and there was also
The debate of sin and piety, thwarting the voice
Of weaker sex, in the battle of beliefs and arguments.
Dwindling between shouldn't and should,
The honor was ruined in obligation.
He has snatched away the aura- chaste and divine.
I was the thing to be preserved or the thing to be possessed.
I was the pawn to be bartered or the trophy of triumph.
Now, I'm alone, silenced by questions and doubts,
Burning endlessly as an act of penance ,
To escape the shame of schemes and curse.
I'm the girl, the woman, meant for confinement.
As the laws say and and the customs confirm
That my will is restricted , limited and numbered.
So, it has been preordained that transgression
Summon the despair and extinction; in nightmare
I moan and pray for redemption for committing rebellion,
Ignoring the "line" that has been etched by omnipotent Man
Present within you, seeking submission!
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