Once there was a girl
Beautiful and innocent about twenty in age
Her Protectors confined her in a cage
A cage where all the work was done by her
Sometimes they called her princess but truly appreciated by none
She wondered if the walls around her would ever fall
Clever, the people around her were clever
She believed their words that the outside world is only dark and wild
Oh! the poor child
She never saw the night sky and the daylight.
She saw a hole in the wall
She peeped through it
Seeing a flower and a butterfly
a feeling in her heart said, break the cage, girl
You’ve wings. Go and fly
The next day she again peeped through the hole
She saw some souls
One of her mother, one of her sister
who died long back in the same cage
With every passing day, she learned to speak
The walls around became weak and weaker
Clever, the people were clever
They knew that she has fire in her every word
One bad day they brought a sword
The walls were now weaker and the girl was ready to run
Along with swords, they brought a gun
Not afraid of the weapons, she was ready to break the chains
Clever, they were clever
She bled, she pleaded but all in vain
“Pain is better, This pain
Better than this cage”
With her last words,
the beautiful girl was dead
and people labelled her as “The shameless girl who eloped”
The poet wishes to remain anonymous.
