By the sides of a busy congested Bazaar,
Sat a vendor with a parrot behind the bars.
A girl of seventeen as beautiful as a star
her disarming laughter had a strange power.
Only she sensed the parrot’s grief in the crowded bazaar,
Her laughter vanished and face grew sour.
“Hurry up we don’t have time” commanded his father
A command it was, no lesser no harder.
She left the parrot in its own sorrow
Because waking her father’s anger was bad luck to borrow.
Family of hers was of great honor
The fact had become her greatest sorrow
Her father’s concern was only pride
Rescuing what her great grandfathers had died.
Back at home she came to peace
Waves of agony were now at ease.
It was time to sink in the world of fantasy
Thinking of happiness was such a fallacy.
The world of fantasy she liked the most,
Where honor of family she could easily roast.
She did everything that was always denied
In the world of fantasy, there was nothing to hide.
Just like each flowing river has got a bend,
journey in the world of fantasy came to a drastic end.
A firm slap it was that ruined it all
Her brother it was, lean dark and tall.
‘Go help mother’ he instantly said
His face was stern and eyes growing red.
Tears is what she had in reply
Speaking up was not worth a try.
Day by day he became a beast
His presence in the house now mattered the least.
She left the room silently like a rock
Wiped her tears and tidied her frock.
Mother of hers was a beauty beyond praise,
A look that soothing could even humble the bays.
But yet a trait that was hers to blame,
Blindly serving her husband was her sole aim.
As her daughter came down
On that lovely face came a frown.
“Of all the dresses you found this frock,
People out there will certainly mock,
Family honour is all I care”.
Commanded the lady with a sudden blare.
Girl to herself………
Seventeen winters have come to the past,
The spring of change is yet to cast.
CAGE it is you all have built,
Being the parrot is not MY GUILT.
– Adamya Sharma
