She needs some air
To breathe in..
She needs a society
Free from limitations.
She doesn’t want to be worshiped
She just wants to be treated as human
She doesn’t want to look pretty
Has no inclination to run after shiny faces.
She needs ‘a room of one’s own’
Where she can be herself
Can cry her heart out can laugh her heart out
Where she can be oblivion to the noise..
Where she doesn’t need to care that
She is the “SHE”.
She needs ‘a room of one’s own’
Where she need not to struggle
To please faces around her.
Where she is not brought up
Just to be an ideal daughter and an an ideal wife.
She needs a world where
The sense of honor is not attached to her
Where her purity doesn’t lie in her chastity…
She needs an Adam
Who lost the paradise willingly for Eve..
She needs a Lakshman
Who out ot reverence looked only at Sita’s feet….
She needs ‘a room of one’s own.’
Tathasthu!
This is beautifully, eloquently expressed! Thanks so much for sharing.
Best,
Lopa.