Daughters

A Conversation: Part 11


Usman:

Red rivers rage in their monthly run
Excruciation tolerated for the birth of her son
If you have me so, God,
Kill me, don't make me a woman


Sai:

This one is called "Daughters".

She was born into this world,
Like any other creature.
She didn't know what's her gender, 
She didn't know what's her role,
She didn't have a preconceived notion,
Nor did she have a goal.

All she knew what life was.
The day she breathed her first breath.
From that day onwards,
She lived to witness multiple deaths.
Deaths, not only of her close ones,
But of her dreams,
Ambitions,
And her passionate soul.

Deaths caused by the conservative,
Gender biased,
Hypocritical society.
Who just saw her,
Judged her only by the cover,
And failed to perceive her as a whole.

They just saw her physical stature,
Her religious background,
And her parents investment in gold.

But, in this quest,
A socially charged,
Validating process...
They forgot to understand,
And peer deep into her bold character,
Which was bound by love and trust,
Based on the grounds of strong morals,
That built her very own principles,
Her terms and conditions.
Which indeed, guided her soul.

This may seem like a struggle,
But not for her...
This is her life,
And is this how we want,
The future of our daughters to behold?


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Reference:

Woman: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/06/woman.html