INDEPENDENCE

INDEPENDENCE


One day I shall be walking
As man’s equal partner.
That day I won’t be deemed as
Mere soil and he, gardener.

Too long I have been trampled,
Been held captive too long.
I’ve been told at husband’s feet,
Is where I do belong.

No, I belong to none but
My own self, which exists.
I am not born of his rib,
Though this thought still persists.

I think I was born of Him,
He is my creator.
I claim freedom, why must man
Be the mediator?

* Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format.
* Included in the Poetry Newsletter dated 6 July 2016 as "Editor's Pick"


M C Gupta
18 March 2005