what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an inferior creation, she is still a prisoner of her life, attempting to create a new life. all she feel is scare, but,just could not bare. Dreaming playing in sunshine, but actually lost her shine. She cried no one to listen, she screamed, felt helpless. she was raped, that finally took her to grave. What was her fault ? just ”BEING A GIRL”.
Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That
When you stop crying over little things, and try to strive everything towards comfort and ease, When you clear the problems,and have the guts, To face every situation and overcome, When you start working towards excellence, and learn that nothing
All braced to face the day, The diurnal engine ignited, Gently revving up, Barging into the quietude Of the colony, With a daily prayer escaping His mumbling lips, As he steered mildly Into the road, To see a car pulled