Subdued am I
like a sleepy river
receeding from the summer scorch
Subdued like a bride*
doomed by fate,
freefalling into the mire
Subdued am I,
lost my steam have I;
no pressure to blow my whistle
Subdued deep within
these them layers of skin,
a fount devoid of desire
* In India, young ladies often have no say in choosing their husbands
