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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