Visiciousness

I saw her struggling

Putting efforts of mingling

Put a facade and move on

The real one

Somewhere gone

Like oil and water

Which mix but

Doesn’t matter

She mixed but it

Hardly mattered

For she was always

Aloof and apart

In spite of being a part

That’s when I decided

I will be better than her

Rebel and fight for

Me and her

I would break the shackles

And give her a few moments

From her dream spree

Let her live and make her choice

Even if she feels

Too old to rejoice

And that’s how I grew

As her daughter

And that was the only

Thought that mattered

Seeing, watching, noticing

Promising myself

One day I would

Let her

Breathe, feel free and

Live the life she dreamed with glee

Even if it means for a few hours

Among the whole plethora of
Un- individualistic years

I respect and love her

Because she gave me this

Beautiful world

And forever a special place

She will hold

Days changed into months

And months into years

I felt I was moving close

To break her free from her fears

Little did I know?

I would be married

And the same resilience would be carried

I became a working wife

And mother

And amidst life

Lay the shards of
A shunned bother

Years later, as I sit on the rocking chair

Reading about eve- teasing, rapes, female feticide

And the world being unfair

I realized

I am the same woman

Even if it bothered

I didn’t speak, I didn’t care

And I somehow expect the world

To be fair

How fair?

If we don’t let the world know

We really care!!!