I'm going to move ahead. <br />Behind me my whole family is calling, <br />My child is pulling my sari-end, <br />My husband stands blocking the door, <br /> But I will go. <br />There's nothing ahead but a river. <br /> I will cross. <br />I know how to swim, <br /> but they won't let me swim, won't let me cross. <br /> <br />There's nothing on the other side of the river <br /> but a vast expanse of fields, <br />But I'll touch this emptiness once <br /> and run against the wind, whose whooshing sound <br /> makes me want to dance. <br />I'll dance someday <br /> and then return. <br /> <br />I've not played keep-away for years <br /> as I did in childhood. <br />I'll raise a great commotion playing keep-away someday <br /> and then return. <br /> <br />For years I haven't cried with my head <br /> in the lap of solitude. <br />I'll cry to my heart's content someday <br /> and then return. <br /> <br />There's nothing ahead but a river, <br /> and I know how to swim. <br />Why shouldn't I go? <br /> <br />I'll go.<br /><br />Taslima Nasrin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/border/
