The poem that I have today is of a woman who is captive, when I was writing this poem at that time in my mind this woman was literally captive, but after finished the poem and reread it, I realised it is as true for a woman who is figuratively captive too, societal norms, inhibitions, others’ expectations of her. Here she is looking out of her barred and tiny window at the golden shower tree and pleading with it.