Dear
Reader
This
poem “To Dare, Not To Endure” is dedicated to all those brave women out there
on their day; the women’s day. Although personally i feel every day should be a
woman’s day.
This
piece of work was created about a year ago as a tribute to all the women who
have suffered under the male dominated society and also to those women who have
found courage to fight against such injustice.
In
most places today, the struggle of a woman starts right when the first ray of
the sun falls on her face. Well in some cases they are not even allowed to see
the first sun-ray. But still with all these oppressions and brutal subjugation,
a woman dreams of being a free bird flying freely in the blue sky. She dreams
of being a free flowing river, which makes its own path as it flows. But soon
she realises that to live this dream she has to fight, she has to step into the
race against the time, against the common belief that women belong only in
their confined world, against societal pressure and hope for a miracle to win
it.
The
race path is hard and filled with pain, but she has to ignore the pain and move
on. Surprisingly she doesn't encounter any scary looking beasts or tough rigid
terrain. But she faces staring eyes, mocking at her and looking to humiliate her
and draw some morbid fun.
She
finds herself climbing the never ending stairs of responsibilities and useless
commitments. But she climbs them all, because she has decided she will no
longer be still but she will overcome the hindrances, she will no longer keep
quiet she will speak it out and she will no longer endure but she will dare.
She doesn’t need your sympathy or your pity,
all she pleads for is a fare chance to run her race.
The
poet through this poem urges all the oppressed woman out there to dare and not
endure. Please don’t keep quiet, please speak out, and please fight back. Yes patience
is a virtue, but there is no honour in it if it costs you your lifetime. The
poet also urges the men to respect their women, give them a fare chance to
fight their war. Be the extra arm that fights for the women. Be the extra leg
that walks the extra mile for the women. And lastly dear men, dare and not
endure.
“Happy
women’s day”
So here
it is, I hope you like it.
To dare, not to endure
She stepped into this world
With a shining glow.
Like a flowing river
She wished to flow.
As the first burning sun
Hit her face.
She knew she had,
Stepped onto the race.
With every step, with every move
Her feet landed on pointy ground
The stinging pain; she did not care
Towards triumph, her walk was bound.
Never she met any jagged thorns
Or brutal beast with hairy fur.
But morbid fun seeking eyes
For eternity, preying on her.
She was tired and tethered
At times.
Her laden legs climbing the stairs
Superior strength as she climbs.
To dare and not to
endure
Her motto was pure.
On top once, she’ll celebrate
Till then, it’s a
struggle for sure.
Not your pity, not your sympathy
She desperately needs.
Only a fair chance to run this race
She desperately pleads.
-Sydney B. Monteiro
