She stood on the fringes,
Afraid to take a step forward.
For she knew that if she does,
she will tread the land of aberration.
Madness of the matriarchs of her house
who shun voices of dissent,
to the constructive hands of a woman,
to the tongues and lips of souls
which proclaim festivity of absurdity.
She had seen her mother celebrate lunacy
She had heard her laughter
which they never sealed,
her dance which rage could not falter,
her music which the bare walls could not hold
but crack and finally break on
the twisted heads of the fathers.
Eccentric in her ecstasy
she broke the legs of the table,
where the patriarch sat and wrote
the rules to govern her maiden land.
She opened the cages of the parrots
And rivelled in their flight.
When they tried to bind her hands
She spew venom
-- a woman
born free, in the land of lunatics.
The daughter wanted to keep her lineage.
As she stood on the boundaries
of the liminal space,
frightened by the vast paradise
which lay naked before her eyes.
She heard her mother whisper,
"This is the inheritance of your losses".
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