Declared a Girl

Note for the readers: This post does not refer to a particular girl's life. It is a common observation made by the author, keeping in mind the kind of circumstances that some girls still have to endure, whether in a large city, in a sub- urban area or a village. Also, the emphasis of this post is on the small things or instances that make difference to a girl , rather than the larger aspect of it.

So here it goes......


I write a story here and now,
A story of a girl, like you and me,
I happen to know it by heart, don't know how,
But I guess it was meant to be.

The day she was born, born a girl,
Some were happy, most were not,
Some were indifferent, some were in a whirl,
"What about all those gifts we bought?"

"You are not supposed to go there. It is dangerous."
"You can't be sitting idle when there is so much work in the kitchen."
"Why don't you smile? Is it too tedious?"
Were words she was being subjected to since, God knows when!

"Leave it! Your physical strength does not permit you."
or
"It is out of your brain's scope to solve it."
Were the words, that to her, started sounding true,
And one fine day, she said to herself, "I Admit."

She ignored what was best for her,
Not caring to grab what all girls her age had,
At times trying to calm a lonely tear,
Trying to forget the disparity between good and bad.

Nevertheless, she sustained, she grew,
Like a lotus in a messy bog,
With people's foul sayings clinging to her like a flu,
She survived the constantly hovering fog.


Where did she go.......

I suppose she still manages to live in some corner of the world,
Where she eagerly awaits the 'Flag of Choice' to unfurl,
But one question remains unanswered-
In a race, when people are declared winners or losers, Why was She Declared a Girl?


                                                                                                            - Disha Wahi.