Here's an ode to all Soumi's unsung Sitas!! Enjoy!!! Mita.

Broken Rules

I write words

I barely comprehend, in

tenets you do not grasp.

Yet I continue to write

for you.

For one day you might

learn to read me

(though you might not

wish to read me now).

People say I'm privileged.

Privileged "what"?

Privileged that

I escaped my sisters' fate?

(limitless confinement,

endless drudgery)?

Privileged that

I dare to dream?

(seek refuge in broken rules)?

I'm painfully aware

even literacy is a privilege.

So, I compose alien words

(pretend, defend, survive).

My fate is perhaps sealed

in the lines of my palm

but I refuse to believe.

(deny, defy, survive).

I will trip and falter

over the alien words

you refuse to read, but

I will make you understand

(I will wait until)

In abandoned history, in posterity

(you will acquiesce)

and together we shall rise

empowered in our morrow.