In deep darkness, in the silence,
I found myself sparkling, with some brilliance;
In the warmth and the secure ride,
In the stomach of my mother of life;
I was actually alive, in a unique world of mine,
Sweet silence with pounding heart of mine;
In the race matching my beats to my mom,
I came into existence with a very little song;
But it is a vibe, which is really strange,
Realisation of a suspenseful game;
Fighting with strange questions,
Rising of negative emotions;
In anger I was announced to my dad,
Hidden somewhere on the stormy bridge;
Helplessness, hopelessness in the form of trap,
I was pronounced as an unwanted gift;
Battles of life and death,
Happened for my every single breath;
Scenario of bravery and blessing,
Finally, my life was begged;
I was the evidence for unbelievable slabs,
I was the result of fainted unconsciousness;
Weak and harassed two lives,
We were in danger all the time;
Across all the tortures,
Loneliness, pain and struggles;
Finally, some bright rays,
Came into my portions;
In the fluttering hands,
Weak and very scared;
In the hospital,
I was held happily in there;
Unknown through these facts,
Behind the shadow of my mom;
I was growing more from an infant,
But still everything was wrong;
I was not allowed to smile,
I was not allowed to play;
For every single smile of mine,
My mom as a thief got captured in slaves;
I felt very deadly then,
When mom stole milk from pan;
I was the reason then,
When mom got slapped by my cruel dad;
It was the time,
To take the first step;
Smashed my dreams,
Got trapped in illiteracy net;
I was weeping insider,
In jealousy and some anger;
I was treated as a sweeper,
Without any friends or teacher;
Books and pens were,
Stolen from my destiny;
Abusive words were,
Criticising myself believe;
In the cage of restrictions walls,
I was captured as a puppeteer’s doll;
Far away from the outer world,
I missed the Beauty of nature a lot;
Beaten by dad and slapped by bro,
Secured and protected only by mom;
Forgetting my own choices,
I was sinking in a stressful zone;
Instead of studying reading and writing,
I was learning cooking while weeping;
I was having a voice which was completely compressed,
I was hating that poise which was in me as suppressed;
I was the person who was the suspect,
For every mistake and every judgement;
Wobbling the anger deep insider,
Criticising myself for feminine gender;
Time became tide,
Washed my pains;
Hopefully I was,
Not went in vain;
I was going to play a role,
Finally, I was feeling some hopeful vibes;
But the must was cleared after the rain,
I was in trouble, one more new pain;
Beautiful nice people,
ere actually the creatures;
No worries about the emotions,
Only money is in beakers;
In this new trap,
I was like a rat;
One little map,
My face would have a slap;
Beaten by my husband,
And scolded by mother-in-law;
But the difference was this much,
My mother was not by my side;
One day some magic happened,
My mom came to my home;
But something wrong actually happened,
Blast of Dowry Bombs;
This was a scrap,
As if I was an object;
Waiting for the discount,
As they were setting my price;
In poverty,
Beaten in curiosity;
Price was at place,
And object was at sale;
But one more problem was there,
This was not the end;
Greed is a poison which scares me,
Entered into my dream;
Self-respect a precious clay,
To which I was not allowed to mould;
Smashed my brain with creepy blames,
Very deep like dark black satin;
I understood my value,
I understood that game;
Sobbed in the sweat;
Was ready to be in the frame;
I chose self-demise,
Not as the victim of a crime;
Finally, I committed suicide,
In the hope of the afterlife;
