|It was a sunny spring day
Of warmth and bliss,
Of flowers and fragrance
And the breeze cooled by the clouds’ kiss.
I opened my eyes to the world;
Blurred faces were all I could see,
Each one of them falling silent
As they surveyed me.
A whisper broke out then,
As something flurried outside;
A subdued voice announced,
“It’s a girl!”
Confused and frightened,
I cried – alone.
Dusty, bruised and tired
After a grueling day of housework
I scowled, as my brother
Who had an extra bread, smirked;
I begged for another bread, but got none.
Frustrated, hungry and tired
6 –year—old me cried, alone.
Jealous and envious
As I glimpsed my brother’s books
I begged Mother
To let me go to school
Refused and laughed at,
I retired to my room.
Desperate, broken and hurt,
12-year-old me cried, alone.
Scared and anxious,
As everyone dressed me up,
Mother lectured me on
How to look good and high-up
I looked into his eyes-
The man I was forced to meet,
At least twice as old as me
Full of pride, sharpness and conceit;
Frightened and deathly afraid,
16-year-old me cried, alone.
Miserable and horrified
As I walked around the flame,
As everyone threw flowers at us-
Me and my husband for the next seven lives,
Everyone but I was enjoying the game.
I was for the sake of an unknown man,
To change my mind, place and name.
Broken, lifeless, disconsolate,
I cried, alone.
My brother and I both cried when we were born,
Both cried for not having enough to eat.
He – forced to go to school, I – unable to go to school,
Both dried tearful eyes on our sheets.
Both cried on our wedding days –
He out of happiness and I despair.
He had the world,
I had none.
Will I ever be a free bird?
Will I ever be able to smile?
Will I ever be allowed to roam
And walk through life’s happy mile?
You can decide that and the answers
To the millions of questions I have to ask;
For, above all, I wonder:
For how long will I
Have to cry alone?