In sorrow you sighed
And when was asked “how are you?” with an “I am fine” you replied
But no matter how hard you try to hide
I know there were days you died
And covering yourself under the blanket, with the pillow all wet you cried
With your tears turning to tide
You still, never drowned just at times deeper dived
Staying cold to everything with a fire burning inside
Surrounded by “friends” who often lied
When you were left aside
With no one to guide
Facing failures despite you tried
But my warrior! You still always survived
No matter if you kept plucking stars
For the snake in your grass
or how almost everything you wondered was gold,often turned to brass
I understand how you were so disposed off to others
And now yourself a fish of troubled waters
I saw how you loved over head and ear
Despite of every scar and tear
I know they tried burying you unaware of you being a seed
While you kept watering them despite of them being the weed
Hopeful of love in this world of greed
I witness how with words world plays
Answering questions not with reasons but excuses
Still you kept coloring the canvas
With the prettiest possible shades
As if trying to defy how one day everything fades
And it isn’t recent to which all this dates
I remember your teen
When it wasn’t easy following a routine
Hard to explain everything through which you have been
Difficult to discuss all what you have see
Remember? When you looked into the mirror
Gazing at your own face in terror
Because your “well-wishers” convinced you,
you could have looked way better
Had your face looked a little brighter
And the same thought inside you used to slither
Causing your confidence to wither
So you smashed your face in glitter
But not the fairness cream worked not the masks either
I am happy to know now that these worldly parameters to you, no more matter
The skin shades and hourglass measurements just numbers for which you don’t bother
And later as an employee when the “expert”
Abused your every effort
And as you stayed calm mocked you as an introvert
And all the way as a girl, what since ages in your head has been fed
Is to know the importance of needle and thread
Significance of making round bread
Because your ultimate life goal should be, to have someone to wed
And then act obedient in bed
Understanding how the length of your skirt
And the needle of the clock are the measures of your character
The ‘dupatta’ hiding your cleavage the deciding factor
And as is obvious, virginity your scale of purity
With needless to mention of bisexualism being an abnormality
I am so proud you dared to fight for parity
Stood forward for such a perception’s clarity
Being always against this brutality
I salute your ever enhancing ability
As you finally understood , of all the odds you have grown
To the days that scratched your skin to bone
To the times you were blown
Did nothing but give you the courage of standing alone=
You are not a fruitless tree,so is why stones are thrown
Just so is why stones are thrown