Girls are to do all the work, boys are kings,
I dont know when we would get rid of the taboo,
it just makes me feel lyk I have lost all my wings,
these things actually destroys all the rapoo.

A mother once again became an enemy,
who thought her girl to do all the household chores,
she just snatched the key of her girls fantasy,
I thought this would end, but this is leading more.

Everything is a joke until it comes to us,
I really don't know, why girls are named as curse,
every tear from her eyes, has it's own stories,
what's the point in telling,no one actually worries.

What did boys actually do, that they are always honoured,
what was the mistake made by a girl,
that the colors from her are being snatched, eventually blurred,
taking her to the top and just sizzling her down in the whirl.

A suppressed girl will be let in that way,
people don't help her, they add spices to her wounds,
they don't lend a hand,they just stay away,
they make a crowd and just talk rubbish, do this all around.

I guess poison is the sweetest gift that you give a girl,
because it's better than killing her each day,
telling her about freedom but not letting her to unfurl,
you do this by finding out 1000... different ways.

You all are reason for the storms to rage,
don't complain if it never gets silenced,
these scars can't fade at any of the age,
a soft skinned flower is now getting violenced.

A rage of a girl, if we try to write it down in a page,
it will burn itself because of the fire in the words,
you will lose your balance in your comfortable stage,
you won't be able to manage the things, you can't even afford...!!!
© gratitude for solitude