People Call Me Prodigal - Poem by manju shree
People call me prodigal
why exactly I know not
for having lived with some one they love not?
for doing the forbidden things they like not?
for crossing the threshold I care not?
To my sisters they say very bad model I set
because of me grooms they get not.
whats the logic I know not.
Six meters Saree I wear not.
kumkum, turmeric I apply not
To them I am a misfit
who wanders every where without permit.
Womanly duties I am reminded every second,
womanly limits I am taught every minute.
kitchen is my world,
beyond which I am a cipher they say.
I hate to be a woman I shout,
Impose on me not womanhood I scream
'Hysterical' I am declared.
'Woman gone astray' I am condemned.
'Thank you ' I say 'I am much obliged'.
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