New Delhi. 30th Mar 2023
I'm a woman, as they say
Not different from any other.
I may play all those roles created for me,
Yet I am not any one of these.
Tender, delicate and emotional as I am considered,
Not trusted to make wisest decisions.
Situations may not be that unfair,
But solutions imposed never let me flair.
I am asked to do what they think I must do,
But I struggle to make them understand what jostles me within.
Civilizations have stamped my happiness to be there for others,
Have pressed me under the label of altruism.
All these years, have been living a life of indecisiveness,
Always on lookout for alignment with my inner self.
Always I have felt I am nothing,
For I can't be what I want to be.
The day I started living life consciously,
First step I took was to peel layers of daunting conditioning.
I felt immense happiness in amalgamating with my inner self,
Thus, paved way for acknowledging what resides in me.
More inwards I went, not only did the relation strengthen,
I felt there is the emergence of new ME.
This new version is a lot more resilient and confident,
Not only to face challenges but could dare to dream as well.
Now have realized the power of saying No,
But with wit and assertiveness.
I may not gratify every one,
But my assemblage demands no vindication.
It took me good time surely to realize,
That I was a nonentity only when I was slipping in characters.
The day I got my act together,
I started creating my true self.
This true self was always in me and with me,
It outshone only when my inner parts could reconcile.
A poem BY
Ritika Dureja Bajaj
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