Is This My Crime? Poem by Soumita Sarkar

You snap the first fans of my feeble feel
You say-Dare not ring the bells of dream
What is a dream-what is a feel, an unknown zone?
This deal is hard to hang for it’s my prime
I am vulnerable, this is my crime.

You feed me air of inferiority so fear touches my profile
Thus strength stolen, self fallen I become docile
This dependence of my being on you feeds your ego
This deal is hard to hang for it’s my prime
I am born fragile, this is my crime.

Seeds grow into a leaf then into a bloomed tree
My name was never seen till eternity to be free
First takes father’s, then husband’s and then child’s line
This deal is hard to hang for it’s my prime
I need secured support, this is my crime

I can’t laugh aloud nor act or walk like a man
If I drink or ask for sex you‘ll say it counts to shame
To point man’s weakness and flaws calls for my blame
This deal is hard to hang for it’s my prime
I am a shadow of man that can never grow, this is my crime.