Looking inward
Found arrows
Shot to forestall my growth.
Trying to dismantle the chain,
Threw back the arrows,
Culminating in a painful war,
Where the loved one
Stood amidst.
Looking outside,
Found number of errors,
Where a woman is mocked for her irrationality,
Labelled as “immature” for her actions and being
Questioned of her whole existence,
Conditioned and crushed for years,
Tasted the inner death.
Hoping for another birth,
Where I could sigh without fear,
And smell the fragrance of freedom,
Again, inclined to think “irrationally” and act “illogically “,
In this hypocritical world,
To be myself
To be myself
To be myself.. !
Rashida Nasriya is a Teacher and writer at Freelance
