Born with a womanly attire, didn't choose on my own
Everyone cherished my birth, everyone honored me like their own
Delighted with elegance and delicacy adoring every pearl-like shape of me
I thought of cherishing it and adoring every form of me
Oh, God! why did I get the sense of being grown-up

When touched the boundary line of puberty, it seemed harsh
People mocking my grown postures, people asking me to keep it lean
At the age when I was to love myself, my shapes, more
I started following the self-made diet plan, being afraid of sharing with anyone
Oh God! why did I get the sense of being grown-up

Struggling with religious and health chaos, I reached boundary of Love
People telling me to be self-less and delicate with an innocent face as this is what men like
I was exactly the same but still got stuck by a drastic tragedy
Broken and jabbed in the soul, I tried to get up
Oh God! why did I get the sense of being grown-up

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