Too careless what’s going on all around, Although in a cage she is kept and bound, The couple is not free and cannot fly, When she sees other birds in open sky, She turns his nibs to the pretty spouse, She is queen of a cage now it’s her house, Incubating her eggs with the dreams of breed, Content with her life she forgot the need, Need of listening to a lover’s sweet voice, What she can do having no other choice, She lived in dreams she will live in dreams, A helpless bird cannot swim in streams, When she sees her spouse forgets her rage, Like her the spouse is also in the cage, And then she sings in her sweet lovely voice, For a spouse that is not her lovely choice, When young ones come out of the eggs, She puts her past in the wax sealed kegs.
(In our society girls are married by their parents to their cousins without their consent; to avoid the division of agricultural lands; and they have no choice but to bid farewell to their love)
Between the highs and lows experienced day to day. You are worth more than your weight in gold. This you should take pride in, The kindness, understanding, and strength that keeps your head elevated. A way to the truth is
As I adore her divine smile, those eyes shimmering like never before. Whilst engrossed in grasping her hair as they plummet down on her face, she carries herself with an effortless grace. I remember she was a teenage girl just
She doesn’t look like much White,flat and pale on a ghostly scale Nothing mesmerising to touch But without her consent I can tell no tale. She is proud of her spotless white shroud This picky princess seldom settles For wearing