who walked into a cage,
naively, on her own,
and chose to stay there.
The doors of her confines
had always been open.
Yet, she never dared to step out,
or even tried to flap her wings.
No one to stop her, but her apathy,
gripped with fear and ignorance.
She never cared to taste
what waited right at her doorstep.
Many caged birds continue to sing
desperate songs of freedom,
but the uncaged bird
knew not how to sing!
She had never stretched her wings,
nor learnt how to use her voice.
Too comfortable in her mediocre existence,
she had wasted her prospect of flight.
A never-opened mind to possibilities,
is an ignored chance of empowerment.
For the prison of fearfulness and inaction,
is far too thick a trap to break.
Which bird are you?
Have you ever questioned the pattern?
Are you brave enough to break the rules
to knock down generational karmic shackles…
:: This poem questions all those women who choose a mediocre existence over empowerment. They come from an educated family, a free country, with no restrictions. They can wear whatever they wish and step out of the house at will. They get many opportunities to become a better version of themselves. Yet, they choose to be lazy, inactive , do nothing special and just waste their time in a worthless journey of borrowed money from their father's house, to the husband’s house and then to their son’s house, expecting service and sacrifice from their daughter in law, who could have actually been their ticket to an empowered life!
The Uncaged Woman refers to every typical higher middle class Indian mother-in-law from the baby boomer generation. After many such typical uncaged women in every family of repetitions, once in a generation, comes one different young woman from a contrasting background - the rule breaker, who questions and changes regressive family patterns forever!
