(Dedicated to all women, daughters of middle class parents who are undergoing a traumatic life in their rich in-laws house, because of status difference) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Wish I could, <br />Break my cage, <br />One last time spread my wings <br />Flap freely in the wilderness <br />Take a hopeful flight, <br />Out of helplessness……. <br /> <br />Wish I could, <br />Speak my heart, <br />One last time recite my dreams <br />Under the cover of brooding sky <br />Holding your hands <br />And endlessly cry……… <br /> <br />Wish I could, <br />Show my tears <br />One last time endure the pain <br />Of piercing daggers and swords <br />Of blatant deeds <br />And sarcastic words…… <br /> <br />Wish I could <br />Set on fire, <br />Myself as I silently stood <br />Saw them, heard them, let them do <br />I bled with pain <br />God didn’t move…… <br /> <br />Wish I could <br />Even the divide, <br />Of powerful rich and the dismal poor <br />Light up every dejected daughter’s face <br />When her parents come <br />Visiting her place……... <br /> <br />But I could not ….I could not!<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-not/
