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FREE WOMEN ?

Let women fly to limitless sky,
With innumerable wings stars nigh;
And farther 'way from veils of serfdom
To fore'er life of cheer and freedom.

 Too far too high, and they will fly to find
That awful vast is not freedom defined;
And over there they'll stop to look back then
If behind them to guard are there the men.

 Humans are free to limit of their freedom
For they are bound by the societal thraldom;
Desires force to break through humanised bans,
Then end up moving as 'urban pagans'.

 Yet, women can't by any sweat be string'd kites,
Nor men can anchor and limit the flights;
Women are free by their own rights n roles,
So men to adhere to theirs for divine goals.

 At their own risks women wrest away freedom,
And that men persecute women - their Selfdom;
Creators are they of themselves together,
They mutually grow or rot together.

 None has brought none-- woman man, man woman,
Yet then to live the life alone none can;
Each makes for the other the life to endure
And each to make the other free yet secure.

 Each gives the other soul to breathe n live,
Each begs the other the system to survive;
Myth is being free from the other; each a shrine
Where lies for the other road to the divine.

 Let's both women and men go together,
As distinct as none riding on the other;
But like wayfarers, each guiding other
By what God directs, and by how we oar.

 Let's live by conventions, let's live by laws,
And purify our blood before death draws;
Like animals and birds in plants and boughs,
Let's submit to Nature as it allows...

                                     -- N P Samal

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