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INDEPENDENCE
One day I shall be walking
As man’s equal partner.
That day I won’t be deemed as
Mere soil and he, gardener.
Too long I have been trampled,
Been held captive too long.
I’ve been told at husband’s feet,
Is where I do belong.
No, I belong to none but
My own self, which exists.
I am not born of his rib,
Though this thought still persists.
I think I was born of Him,
He is my creator.
I claim freedom, why must man
Be the mediator?
* Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format.
M C Gupta
18 March 2005
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