They say,
A girl belongs at home-
Learn to cook,
Not to dream.
Don't fly too high,
What will people say?
She's married before she's grown,
A child holding another child,
Who haven't even known,
Why a mother is called so.
Her books replaced with bangles,
School replaced with in-laws home,
Teacher replaced with husband barely known,
Limited to cook, not to dream.
They chant caste like a curse,
As if birth decides worth.
They build temple for goddesses,
But beat the women,
Who are an incarnation of same goddess.
They worship the goddess with flowers and gold,
But still Bound with the dowry which is now old.
This the dark reality of a society,
Who is modern outside,
But narrow minded inside.