Locked in a cabin of glass,
restrained in shackles of relations
I can see;all around me.
But nothing is clear:
The glass is foggy.
I am desperate to get out of here;
to breath in some air..
My lungs are screaming for oxygen:
I hear pounding of heart in my eyes,
my heart: it flutters like a butterfly
wild to get out of the cage
like a frantic bird;
which in its desperation for escape..
renders its own plummage,
to snatch away her peace
She seeks Escape
Plight of Eastern Woman