WALL PICTURE
PRABHJOT KAUR
I am not that picture
you had painted
and framed in gold
to decorate a wall of your home.
I do not match
that ideal of womanhood
of touch your feet woman.
That was your own creation
your own reflected desires.
Why are you frightened
of my real self?
Are you threatened...?
You demand in anger:
“How did those colours fade
they stood the test of time
to leave the golden frame ...
get back .... get back into the frame,
I say you are my mother,
my sister, my wife
and my daughter also
you will hurt yourself
and me too.”
No, no, no
I do not fit that frame any more
See, the colours have also changed ....
For better or worse
I love you
but expect love in return
do not hate or spurn me
I am alive!