Prisoner By My Own Right - Poem by Arja Sadhukhan
I am, but a prisoner, by my own right,
For my virtue is protected by protectors wielding swords,
Swords of restrictions, boundaries, barriers to conduct,
Which shall prevent me from 'meandering into uncertain roads '.
Am encased in a white castle, with no comforts denied,
Surrounded by high walls, which overlook a feisty garden, sustained-
By the jovial spirit of children, shy glances of adolescents,
Of unrequited love, uncensored thoughts, unimpedimented merriment,
As I look on, I realize, my carefully conspicuous absence from the scene,
Has somehow, 'increased' my ‘desirability ‘, foreseen,
By ambitious people around, always judging things on my behalf, unheard of and unseen.
By the discreetness of my presence,
By my meticulously planned absence,
I am fiercely cloaked, protected from the evils of the vile world that lurks beneath,
For ‘Prevention is better than cure ‘, the vaccination for the ‘pre-conceived' notions of evil`s teeth,
I am after all, of the ‘weaker sex', therefore, the cloak, the disguise of civil demeanour,
I, should not be an object of unrestrained, erotic desire, the kind ‘civilised' society do not humour,
Should not evoke lust, for its my crime, not of criminals with no conscience,
‘Fiend-like' queen, I should not be, nor should I unleash my suppressed ‘unladylike' vengeance.
Yes, I am a prisoner by my own right.
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