This is the story of an ill-treated Indian girl who altogether forms a different definition of life. Read through the lines to feel the agony embedded in her nerves, just to make yourself realize how lucky you are...
Born with curses and dislike,
For first time I opened my eyes,
Thrown in pits and picked up later,
I was born as hell-creator
Times grew up but nothing changed,
Joy was random, sorrow arranged,
Childhood went in wiping tears,
Marriage came within some years
And before I could myself realize,
If at all I had a dream in eyes,
A man as double of my age,
Married me and took to cage,
Cooking, sweeping all the day,
Beaten, weeping need not say
the man who licked people for bread,
How he acted a lion in the bed!
And when the months counted nine,
I thought something would be mine,
My child would surely live my dreams,
But all that i have in life just seems
Is joy has hidden somewhere,
and laughs coz i cant get there,
For god, I was never someone
So he gave me a girl, not a son
To live what I call as death
To work without taking a breath
To live for all social tests
To bear burden of the breasts.
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