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Sunday 3 March 2013

Monologue of an 'Empowered Woman'



[Is a woman socially empowered thing? All modern, social and financial, parameters say so. However, she, the woman in the poem, doesn’t know that she is empowered. What a heck! Like a blind soul not knowing anything about light, she has no idea as to what is empowerment. When told that she is a really an empowered creature, she sulks, thinking for a moment that even such an empowerment can’t save her conjugal bliss, which, like a greased pig, can never be caught.]




 My dear, darling husband!

 Can you forgive me that I did not run
to welcome you as you came in the door?
Forgive I did not sew your buttons on
and left a mess strewn on the kitchen floor?
A woman’s life is never fully done
with conjugal bliss forever gone.

 The things I did I should have left undone
the things I lost that I could not restore;
Will you forgive I wasn’t any fun?
Will you forgive I couldn’t give you more?
A woman’s life is never fully done
with conjugal bliss forever gone.

 I never finished what I had begun,
I could not keep the promises I swore,
So we fought battles neither of us won
and I said ‘Sorry!’ and you banged the door.
A woman’s life is never fully done
with conjugal bliss forever gone.

 But in the empty space now you are gone
I find the time I didn’t have before.
I lock the house and walk out to the sun
where sea beats upon a wider shore
and a woman’s life is never fully done
 with conjugal bliss forever gone.

[This poem by Dorothy Nimmo has all time relevance; it fits into every beleaguered woman who wants to retain her conjugal bliss even at the cost of her dignity and self-esteem. International Women’s Day is all set to be celebrated on March 8. However, I’m a bit fast thinking all day is women’s day. So, here goes my advance greetings to all women who feel they are empowered and also to those who dream of getting empowered sooner than later. Those poor lots have been dreaming such a dream for decades and decades with no light in sight]

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29 comments:

  1. Very well said, Most the woman want just peace and harmony in their homes even if it comes at the cost of their self respect. Empowerment at the cost of broken house, they will never accept and this is a hard reality.

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  2. Sacrifice is synonymous with women.Let her not lose it at any cost. She only waits for the day when recognition,respect and care is given to her by her man first.Others will follow in due course.

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  3. This is a masterpiece ...a must read for all.

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  4. A nice post exhibiting the reality of womanhood.

    And ofcourse thankyou for your woman's day greetings

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  5. Avery nice post depicting how a woman's self respect is always under question.

    thankyou for your women's day greetings.

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  6. Thanks to all for your visit and comments.

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  7. Wow...that's a wonderful poem, Eashwar. Very powerful piece! Happy Women's day to everyone here!!:)
    Thank you.

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  8. This poem resonates still. Thanks for sharing it!

    Damyanti
    Co-host, A to Z Challenge 2013

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  9. Very nice and thouht provoking post

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  10. your are write everyday is a women's day,nice poem thanks for sharing

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  11. Wow, that is one impressive poem!
    Thank you so much for sharing it with us, and
    my wishes to everyone here on the occasion of Women's Day!

    Regards,
    Bhavya
    http://ursilence.blogspot.in/

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  12. Thanks Bhav.Zz for your nice views.

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  13. The interwoven pathos in the poem still lingers in my mind. Thanks Panchali.

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  14. Few good men are all we need to change this thinking..
    hope it raises some questions in every man's mind.

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  15. Thanks asteria. Happy if this post make a spark in those men-concerned.

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  16. Truly powerful post. The poem speaks volume!

    Glad I read it.

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  17. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem, Sir. This poem leaves an impact on the reader in more ways than one.

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