She was not allowed to talk to guys cuz they were all devils,
Her parents feeded it in her mind as it was the norm for a family with no son,
She caved herself inside a box with the boundaries holding signs of no entry,
Had she ever known it was not her destiny to stay like this forever.
The girl was accustomed to chat and hang out with guys as it was in the ‘Y’ generation,
Was she right or wrong was to be decided by her own experiences,
Then why was it that she had to hid herself every-time, every meet she had with him,
Why was she the one to lie about where she has been all this while,
And why was it only her who has to live with a shady scarf around her face,
Even though it was the 21st feminist century as they said.
Once she had what all it takes to speak up her mind,
She held her guts up with all the courage and faced the patriarchy,
She up-fronted them and told about all the hidden facts she had hold all this while,
She took the step first this time and removed the scarf,
She glowed in that truth so bright that even the patriarchy held his head down.
But this was not her victory.
She fell down again when that truth left her half empty,
Had she known that the truth was just a mere moment of trust and that too just from her side,
She felt betrayed with zero level of guarantee,
She wore that scarf again and hid herself behind her mistakes,
She was not allowed to make that mistake.
The patriarchy mocked and bit her back,
Had she ever known that this was decided the day she was born,
She was not the jewel of a crown but the thread of a yarn,
Her destiny was to be knitted not by her own hands but by the patriarch,
If she ever tried to create her own mesh then she would be un-stitched and poked in the wounds,
She would be shaped and designed again and sold to the selected customer.
She was chosen to be knitted and stitched and un-stitched and turned and knitted again,
But she was not allowed to chose the design,
She was just allowed to breathe till she could held it all in,
And provide warmth to the one chosen by the patriarch.
Her parents feeded it in her mind as it was the norm for a family with no son,
She caved herself inside a box with the boundaries holding signs of no entry,
Had she ever known it was not her destiny to stay like this forever.
The girl was accustomed to chat and hang out with guys as it was in the ‘Y’ generation,
Was she right or wrong was to be decided by her own experiences,
Then why was it that she had to hid herself every-time, every meet she had with him,
Why was she the one to lie about where she has been all this while,
And why was it only her who has to live with a shady scarf around her face,
Even though it was the 21st feminist century as they said.
Once she had what all it takes to speak up her mind,
She held her guts up with all the courage and faced the patriarchy,
She up-fronted them and told about all the hidden facts she had hold all this while,
She took the step first this time and removed the scarf,
She glowed in that truth so bright that even the patriarchy held his head down.
But this was not her victory.
She fell down again when that truth left her half empty,
Had she known that the truth was just a mere moment of trust and that too just from her side,
She felt betrayed with zero level of guarantee,
She wore that scarf again and hid herself behind her mistakes,
She was not allowed to make that mistake.
The patriarchy mocked and bit her back,
Had she ever known that this was decided the day she was born,
She was not the jewel of a crown but the thread of a yarn,
Her destiny was to be knitted not by her own hands but by the patriarch,
If she ever tried to create her own mesh then she would be un-stitched and poked in the wounds,
She would be shaped and designed again and sold to the selected customer.
She was chosen to be knitted and stitched and un-stitched and turned and knitted again,
But she was not allowed to chose the design,
She was just allowed to breathe till she could held it all in,
And provide warmth to the one chosen by the patriarch.
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