A Call For Identity Poem by Pratiksha Sonkar

Suppressed I remained since generations past,
Years hustled by? an emotion asked
Subdued desires, surrendered might
Life is a refrain and it's my plight!

Subsisting in you, I got dissolved
Lived your life, still never resolved!
Disdained esteem - a rave review?
My duplicity-scarred soul...
ALL THE THANKS TO YOU!

'You the source and me the light',
How confined a complement it is to cite!
Despite that and forever,
It is 'me and you' that make up right.

I know this true but you feel it not,
My dreams thus strive to stand apart...
No more sighs out of equanimity!
Adoring a Mary without Jesus,
Here I call for IDENTITY!

Note- I respect all religions but through this poem i have questioned why a woman is always praised and regarded according to her relation with a man. why is she idealized only as a good mother, daughter, sister or wife to a man? Why isn't her identity as an individual valued as much?