He was my spouse
He gave me a pretty house
And put me there
Shackled and bound
To my chagrin and grouse
He tried to possess me
Like an item
To be owned
He tried to break me
Like wild animal
To be tamed
He tried to alter me
As if I’m clay
He could mould,
He did everything
To keep me
In his hold,
Freedom denied
No place to hide
I felt disgusted
It was time
For the myth
To be busted
I put my foot down
Held on to my ground
Bedlam, chaos, uproar
All around
Then pin- drop silence
Not an iota of sound
With trembling hands
And pounding heart
I faced him with
Steely nerve
He sensed my
Grit and verve
And now he knows,
That my freedom,
I have found,
There’s no parallel
To my confidence
Profound
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India