My Feeble Name

A dream where the boundaries sublimed and shackles loosened a free spirit

My life was born out of my name.

The boundaries were drawn

The shackles were tightened. 

My religion,my faith.

All resembled my name.

My attire was determined

The color of my veil.

Even my food.

My name, my feeble name

Decided all.

My family's esteem,

Their honor,their diffidence

A trophy, a liability

A victory , a curse

Resonated in my name.

I was suffocated

I was lost in the, 

Wreaths of a name, 

So brutally heavy,

That I stooped in pain.

My religion was blamed,

My daughter was mutilated,

But her name murdered 

My people's humanity,

An appalling death.

Her pain was forgotten,

It was even misused.

Her name but survived,

The intellect of

My secular Nation. 

A dream but remained 

My name not my religion.

My identity my worth.

A triumphant morality.

My wish not my feeble name.

Author's Note

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