The Unheard Song

Yes! I made a mistake

Yes! I forgot who I was

I forgot that my wrist is yet weak

Weak and wet...

Mudded out of despair

In some dingy streets, stations, and homes

Homes as I have known only.

Homes they say four walls and a terrace

Home as I know only custody of mirrors.

Yes! I made a mistake

Yes! I couldn't tell the tale of greatness

I could t scream out the message of my land

The land where I was worshipped once

Worshipped not as an idol but ME

ME cries for a voice but could she?

Would you let us cry and wail,

Would you let us live a bit more?

Yes! I made a mistake

Yes I couldn't show my respect

I couldn't show my respect to YOU

YOU, the "WOMEN", the POWER

I couldn't teach you to say "NO".

That NO which might have been said

That NO which would be safer

Safer than our clothes and Men.

Yes! I made a mistake

Yes! I never forbade you

I never forbade you to build my idol

I never did say that you PAINTER

You painter please draw my eyes

Before you dress me up with jewels

Jewels and responsibilities of weapons

Weapons I am given but never allowed to use.

Yes! I made a mistake

Yes! I became sure and relieved

Sure that I was free

Free for the last 72 years

Free from the darker grip of your hands

The grip that never allowed me to speak

The grip that horrified us alone on streets

The grip that was a stranger's fear

The grip I wanted to feel the closeness of peer 

The touch I regret, the touch that still prickles..