In The Palace Of Love Poem by Dr.Ratan Bhattacharjee

She was her father's princess
With grand graphics the father
dreamt, his princess will become a queen
By her exquisite beauty, her dynamism
and superb talent, every heart she will win.
She was to sing in the voice of gold
Years rolled and rolled
Nuptial knot in India is a bondage
This drudgery continues over the age
A woman is a woman and never a Queen
in her husband's house
Scared always like the poorest mouse
She is a homemaker having no home of her own
The husband burns like a sun and in his effulgence
The poor wife like the pale moon all shone
Roots of creativity in her went too dry to grow again
The princess writhes all night in excruciating pain
Every one in the father in law house praises her
for her duty
Few only praised her for her wonderful beauty.
Her soul, mind and spirit
all benumbed in a cruel laughter
Her own urges or desires are now a closed chapter.
She lived for a couple of years in her prison with a door
She longs for the waves dashing against the shores.

One day one night
One day
two nights gone
She started having
a fabulous vision
No need to nourish weariness
No need for household drudgery to win
She was invited to a splendid palace
It was the Palace of Love
And she was to become the Queen.