49 Santosh K Dary
The Veil I gaze at visible peaks of the Himalayas as the Sutlej River flows into its valleys. Wishing to escape I looked for alliance, from stifling customs and dark alleys. Child-bride at sixteen, fate was mine; Be dutiful, obedient, a doctrine instilled. Skilful homemaker, mature and stay fine, in tyrant regime, the mantras are drilled. My free spirit gets overly restless; I pace in agitation, a turbulent state. Foot out the door, will be reckless, the need to get away, I cannot wait. Veil over face, my identity concealed; feeling courageous, I dared the path. Taking a long route, crossing cornfield, cost of escapade is worth the wrath. In liberating bliss, I twirl under trees; graceful like a ballerina, floating on air. My hair fell loose, in the gentle breeze, I smile in the know, I just did not care. Village alleyways beckoned me in; I pause a moment, dismissing the risk. Excited to explore, trailed with a grin, marching forward - I skipped in brisk.
