Poem on Life of a Woman
Photo credit: Alvimann from morguefile.com
Birth of a child is a time to rejoice,
a boy or girl should not be a criterion
A girl, I was born, but did anyone feel delight,
or was the joy worn-down.
As a child I grew up, learning new things,
but never acting the age of my own.
Disillusionment of the world,
supposed to be my own, made me grow up soon
As I grew into a young girl who was still cheery,
Thinking of making a world of her own.
There came new restrictions and bindings,
I never was to know, to be the carefree young.
I started work, took a place among the world,
Knowing how capable I was, how much I could achieve.
But man may have agreed to work besides a woman,
But when it comes to being fair, its not always done.
As I stepped into woman hood,
I hoped for a love that was mine alone.
But by now my heart was world weary,
I wanted it all or I wanted none.
I fell in love, despite all my reservations,
I thought I finally found someone to hold on.
But love is a demanding partner,
wanting all of you, sometimes giving nothing in return.
I became a wife, married to a whole new world,
a balance of old & new was hard to do alone.
But I thought I had my love besides me,
I was happy as I finally had a place to call home.
I will be a mother soon,
a rebirth they say for a woman,
my world will be my child,
Nothing will be as important as this part of my own.
This whole journey of life
with all its ups and downs,
Where did I find the time,
To do something for me alone.
The love I thought I wanted for me alone,
I realised it never had been my own,
The time I wished to hold close to my heart,
Was meaningless as it never understood my heart.
Everyone over the years had a piece of my heart,
So many found they had some one to count on,
Who regrets that there never was one to know my heart
Wholly, or to give me my dreams and wants more than their own.
As a woman I may be and may have done so much,
But I forgot I still live in a world created by man,
No matter how different, and how able I may be as such,
even another woman will favour not me but a man.
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