They say the clock is ticking
for me to find someone to marry,
to tie the knot and settle down,
and let another willingly carry
my future, my hopes, my dreams
in their palms till my screams
become the whispers of a corpse
they can easily control and bury.
They say the clock is ticking
for me to give up my name,
to sign the papers and the chains,
and let another forcibly tame
my identity, my voice, my soul
as possessions until the whole
becomes but a piece on the board
they can move around in the game.
They say the clock is ticking
for me to use my waning womb,
to water seeds and bear fruits,
and let another reduce to a fume
my time, my spirit, my choices
like mere assets until the voices
become but haunting echoes
they can suffocate in a tomb.
They say the clock is ticking
for me to conform to the code,
to clip my wings and not say no,
and yet I refuse to quit the road
of my journey, my peace, my fire
despite their threats for this desire
is a brilliant flame incandescent
they cannot hope to ever erode.
They say the clock is ticking
for me to be a wife and a mother,
to succumb to their expectations,
but I do not mean to smother
my reality, my potential, my consent
to placate them for my intent
is adorned with a truth so powerful
they cannot speak it sans a stutter.
They say the clock is ticking
for me to realise my true fate,
to reside in the periphery invisible,
but I was not born to meekly await
my destiny, my shackles, my role
in their schemes because my goal
is as clear as the break of dawn
they cannot try to ever confiscate.
They say the clock is ticking
for me to know it is the end,
to smile and cry at command,
but I know how to transcend
their chains, their lies, their fears
like roadblocks for my years
are driven by the clock of a will
they cannot force to ever bend!