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"The undaunted me will not remain fettered by your patriarchal chains," says the woman in this evocative poem.
“The undaunted me will not remain fettered by your patriarchal chains,” says the woman in this evocative poem.
I kicked off Your decrepit shield of norms And I lifted my veil You frowned and fussed Used your feigned chivalry To let the fear prevail
I dared to hold a hand Love, endear and rebel You condemned, commanded Abused and butchered For you wanted me In silence to dwell
With the power of my pen I voiced my dissent You gave me lessons in morality A string of ‘fatwas’ you sent Unabated I surged ahead Without any remorse For the rules I bent
I vowed to learn To keep the flame Of education kindled You put a gun on my head There I was An unwavering soul Not once I dwindled
I defy your whims and fancies For I am here To carve my own path I will ascend, assert and aspire Demand and desire Renounce, love and dream Don’t you scare me With the aftermath!
I will dare and dazzle I will challenge Rise and roar The woman in me Will keep yearning for more!
I shall continue To walk the unconventional lanes Wearing my vigour and resolve You may warn, thwart Repress and restrain me Nevertheless, Like a phoenix I shall evolve!
Yes I have a Taslima A Malala and a Gurmehar in me I will indeed speak my mind And this is the way Undeterred I shall be!
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