Taking last few breathes, sans any dream, any
aspirations,
I look back to first page of my diary.
When I was born, nobody cherished
Gone was the delight from the face of thy
So weak you are, unfortunately a girl you are,
That was the line they told me every time
After many fights, I got my schools first sight
Torned was the bag of my brother I had to carry
All they told me always is that one day you will have to
marry
By god’s grace I was good in studies, excelling in class
wasn’t that made thy happy
Subduing my confidence under manly shade of orthodoxy
They killed my dream of becoming independent
Struggling with my own idealism, I cried
I didn’t get any job, in that was their might
Years passed, all I could do was graduation
And very next year they tied a knot of relationship
It’s been a month since my marriage and all they want,
Is a son to switch on family’s carriage
I cried, I cried and became a mother in next nine months
And now all I do is take care of this house and his needs
Today, lying in hospital’s bed, in few hours suffering a
natural death,
I again cry, wishing a natural life similar to this
natural death
Knowing that in few hours ill be in gods arm, but doesn’t
know what to wish for,
As being a girl was struggling and difficult, all I wish,
Is a I wish I could say, I was lucky to be a girl
