Santosh K Dary

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.

Sparkles from my bindi, diamante sandals; dancing like fireflies in darkened places. I swayed in rhythm to payal and bangles, echoes lingered sending alerts in spaces.

Intrigued passers-by, curious glances;

young and old gathered here and there. Hastening my steps to undue advances, people stood in doorways openly stare.

Sensing pitfall, smoothing tangled hair; dreaded happens - my veil slips my face. Looks of shock, admiration and despair, circled to watch a woman in disgrace.

My keepers arrived, pulling me aside; my veil tightly replaced, escorted in rage. Confidence dented, privileges denied, my spirit seeks freedom in a gilded cage.

Punjabi words:

Sutlej River - largest river in Punjab, India Bindi - spot on forehead part of make-up Payal - ankle bracelet

Sarah Doyle

Self-Portrait as Dirty Linen

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