We often make choices that shackle us, but freedom from them is not far, if only we gather strength to stand up for our rights!
When our own decisions shackle us
And our choices lead to an impending doom;
Then we realize that with our own hands we closed the doors
And chose the four walls.
It’s then standing in front of the mirror
We are caught by the stare of a Bandini;
Caught in some illusions of endearment
And a fallacy of providence.
But that can’t stop us from unchaining the self
None can halt us from getting the sunrays—
waiting against those closed doors.
The shed tears bear us the strength to fight,
And solitude teaches the essence of amity,
Faded dreams starts twinkling
And identity asks for freedom.
Shall rebel to be the self
And breathe in free air
Embrace those unfulfilled ambitions
With a faith deep within the pulsating heart.
Author’s note: Dedicated to all anonymous women who chose family over their dreams, yet remained unnoticed and unacknowledged.
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