Too many boys but only a few girls,
A lot of dowry yet unhappiness galore.
Days slipping like the sand, the vision even blurs.
Her work might improve but they always create a furor.
She makes her mission to please them.
Will they ever see that she cannot heal the damage within?
Her life changes completely, children, grandchildren all leave her stranded.
Her heart cries for them.
She cannot reverse the agony nor share with a kin,
For she knows that her life shall remain fragmented.
The feeling tells her to run away and denounce worldly pleasure,
But her heart knows no bounds as itβs the children who tie her around.
Her life revolves around the family for a mere treasure,
That perhaps someday they will worship her ground and not resort to measure.
βSomya Gupta
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