I did not for once wince, nor complain,
For, I was born in a feudal society,
Where I was not to go to the school,
I was a girl and below par, so I was told,
All in the name of the almighty;
I did not for once wince, nor complain,
For being denied my rightful childhood,
My right to wander and play like boys,
I was a girl and below par, so I was told,
All in the name of the almighty;
I did not for once wince, nor complain,
For being denied the colours of the flowers,
And being decked in the woeful black,
I was a girl and below par, so I was told,
All in the name of the almighty;
I did not for once wince, nor complain,
When I was taught in the farthest rooms,
That I am a slave of the man I would wed,
And bear his children like many other machines,
All in the name of the almighty;
You have now laid and tied me flat,
Demonic ladies massing over me,
To maim my genitals and deny my delight,
It was the norm for girls like me, ever below par ,
All in the name of the almighty;
I stir and struggle, scrambling free,
Tearing the age-old rusted chain,
I am a girl and am at par, so I say,
I run to the west in search of thee,
To wince and complain of my pain!
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brilliant, Sampath. Proud to have a friend like you.
Thanks Asha ji.