The Wonderer

She gazes at the leaves of misfortune,

Withering in her jaded presence,

Succumbed to the gates of misogyny.

Ah those gates!

Her dreams of wanderlust and discovery;

Her desires of creating a new route;

Her will to never wither

Like the last breath of a dying mercenary.

Little did she know of the jail 

She was born into.

Inevitably caging feminine desires.

The inception of freedom in her brain

Broke the shackles of patriarchy.

Alas! In the realm of virtualization.

Alas! In the cell of dominance.

None but few conceive the concept

Of a journey

Barely secluding the notion

Sternly narrowing it to movement. 

A fortnight of her nuptial years

Confronted the four walls of eternity,

Wandering in her wonders.

She often saw a desert lit with the sun

And the resemblance tempted her to delve,

As she saw a social construct of sand

Unmoved by the sunlit protests;

And there lies a man,

Personifying the unheard rarity,

Which seeks the oasis of redemption.

Fourteen years and her manly inception

Keeps hustling through the sand.

She lies there looking at the withering leaf,

As her tears roll into the void

She wants to visualise the oasis in.