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| This is a WOW Post for March 1st 2013 |
Who loved her toys but
Loved her dolls a little more.
Doll-weddings were her
Favorite play time score.
Make belief weddings
Made her happy
And desires mushroomed
Of dressing up in red
Adorned with some gold.
A little princess she once was
Who didn’t have a perfect life
But a perfect childhood
Was her constant companion
When she wasn’t scared
Or scarred.
It was a star-lit night
And a ceremony better than
One of her dream weddings
Which screwed her life.
She bid adieu to her home
And her heart broke into
A million pieces, which
She knew would be difficult to mend
Little did she know
They would use these
Shattered units of her heart
To pierce her body
With an unending pain
Of violence,dowry again and again.
A happily ever after
Never came
What she got was
All the remains
Of a life that was promised
Which didn’t exist,
Of a life that she dreamed
Which was a fallacy,
Of a life that she knew
Which was an illusion.
Not many get a fairy-tale ending
But each one of us
Is strong enough to
Make a new beginning.
She was an independent woman once
Who gave up her life
But not anymore.
She thought
And thought some more
At a conclusion she finally arrived.
She wouldn’t suffer for
A life that was promised.
She wouldn’t suffer for
A non-existent dream
She wouldn’t suffer for
A mirage which didn’t exist.
She wouldn’t suffer for the sake of a society
Which didn’t bother to
Protect her even when
She was pregnant with a girl child.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda – See more at: http://blog.blogadda.com/2013/03/01/creative-writing-for-indian-bloggers-wow#sthash.PCYtP8W4.dpuf
That is a reality for so many girls, and my heart cries out for them.
Same here. Can't even imagine what hell they go through, every day 🙁
Oh! Beautifully penned. Indeed, she must not suffer for all the things that others promised her.
Exactly! We need to rise above and think for ourselves, in situations like these.
Very well written Akanksha !
Thanks a lot. Glad you liked it 🙂
Beautiful… and touching…
Recently I wrote on similar lines at Parentous… http://www.parentous.com/2013/02/27/the-princess-…
I'll def. read that! Thanks for dropping by and sharing your feedback 🙂
a touching one …………
Thanks 🙂
Beautiful and a stark reality, Akanksha,, my first time here and I am glad I came.
Reality Bites and all the dreams are washed away, in most of the cases. 🙁
Thanks a lot for dropping by! Glad you liked it here 🙂
this is actually the reality for most of the girls .. sad but true!
Sigh. 🙁
Bravo!That is the spirit-you have projected it beautifully!
Well, While penning this down, a thought crossed my mind. It said, Until we keep projecting women as victims, nothing is going to change. Project them as survivors, and maybe the world agrees with it and tries to change…
really.. heart melting.
Thanks Nandini. Glad you felt so! Welcome to my blog 🙂
..that is the sad truth of a girl in our society…she grows up with a million dreams..but all her dreams are shattered by our society..though we call ourselves a modern india..but still a girl is being discriminated against everywhere..our society needs to change its outlook towards a girl…
..i loved this poem…your message wonderfully put into words..keep it up..and keep writing.. 🙂
Thanks Rigzin. Glad you liked it. I wish I never had to write something like this. But I see a change, a new beginning. Together, hopefully we can turn tables and head towards a gender equal society.
Salute the spirit of a woman! It's time we worshiped our she-roes.
It definitely is! Loved the word you just coined in there! 🙂
This poem scares me..but I know this is the truth for many 🙁
It is 🙁 I wish I never had to write something like this. I hope a change is round the corner now.
What can i say Akanksha ,you have said it all.This satire ought to rip off the blinkers off their eyes.Yes all real men would be on our side,but what about those stupid women & men who bring up their sons like royalty>?It starts from there.A kid does not realize he is being fed wrong values & by the time he grows up,they have become ingrained in him.
A soul-stirring piece, Akanksha. Hope she gets to see a better tomorrow…and soon!Amen!
Beautifully penned….:)
Amen! I just hope we all live to see that day 🙂 So glad you liked it.
I wish we lived in a world where this poem would not have existed. 🙁
Me too! But like you said, we're atleast talking about it. Hopefully, a real change is just round the corner.
naked truth shrouded by million suffering souls..