A Caged Bird Always Wants to Fly
Under a scanner from the time I’m born
I live in a diseased society that has no cure;
Restrictions are imposed to keep me demure,
in doing so they do not ensure my safety
but my identity they obscure.
What fuels their belief squashes my freedom
patriarchy in full swing clamps down on feminine wisdom;
Claiming to control criminal incidences
chauvinistic rules crush equity and fairness;
Sophistries built on fallacies of biased minds
bind woman in chains of laws unkind.
I step out in the world for my own sake,
to earn a living and live life my way,
not to attract any ravening wolves lying in wait;
Why must I be held accountable for being outdoors at eight?
Which law states decent women don’t stay out that late?
I’m a grown-up fully aware of my responsibilities
but what about the menaces of society
who think it their right to ravage women in the heat of their libidinal energies?
The length of my skirt does not decide my character,
nor give an excuse to anyone to turn a predator;
I wear heels to appear tall or just for the thrill,
again, that’s no lure but a choice made of free will;
My body is not to be played with or ravished
it’s no food for the carnally famished;
It should alone be my right to dress as I please,
just my prerogative and I don’t mean to play a tease!
Youth alone is not blamed, my whole life is indicted
from cradle to grave I stand convicted;
My struggle ensues right after conception,
the day I’m born marks the beginning of an endless tribulation;
I’m frowned upon and detested for having a vagina,
am I some cheap trinket that came in from china?
I may be a girl but I’m not defected,
treat yourselves with medication, for you’re infected;
My worthiness cannot be gauged by my sex,
your shoddy thinking your attitude reflects;
I’m a person of worth, a procreator of life
a daughter, a sister, and a wife!
© Nonita Saha, 2015

















