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Ja May 2016
Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique

Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it’s a critique

What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But we’ve, become unique
WIZDUMBs BY JA 418
Ishshita Chanda May 2014
When a girl is born,
she is born in hatred
she is born in limitations,restriction,binding

As her childhood life begins,
the fight whether to educate her starts
people believe,it is better to save money for her dowry,

As her teenager life begins,
she suffers from her monthly cycle
& she is looked by the eyes that she has become a women
now ready to reproduce a life
even for some she is not allowed to worship in temples

As her adulthood life begins,
she is forced by everyone to get married
she is forced to give birth to a son
And spent her entire life looking after her children,husband & siblings
Without a utter,she does all for others happiness,

As her oldage life begins,
she is now laying in bed
nobody to care
nobody to look after her &
She is thrown away
but she never "complained"



Nobody understood her pain
when she was shouting inside,
I want to study
the pain she suffered every month
I dont want to get married,
the pain she went through the night of her marriage
I dont want to give birth
the pain ,the struggle of 9 months she suffered


but when she wanted someone,there was nobody to stand beside her,
nobody ever asked what she wanted
nobody ever noticed her pain
nobody every noticed her cry


"She was born to sacrifice her life"
But nobody noticed what she did for everyone

And forever she is known by"someone"
who came and disappear.........
Not to hurt any one emotion  by writing this ...just it is a compose of fact and reality which is still going there


#pain# #cry# #sacrifice# #emotional#....
I lost my days,
gained in years
What if old?

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