Vulnerable and cocooned inside the mother’s arms she grew up
she grew into a flower that was about to bloom
Ready to remove away all the gloom from the middle-class home.
Awaiting her chances to learn and roam.
She wondered why only the brother could go out and not her?
She questioned why only the brother could go on sleepovers and not she?
Her thoughts saw shades of patriarchy which simply led to a pit that’s pitch black.
All her mother said was “Shushh keep it low the society will hear us”
She never understood about all this fuss.
was it her fault that she grew up rebellious?
She wanted freedom
A freedom, that’s felt
A freedom, that makes her go after her passion
A freedom, that motivates her to do better
The kind of freedom, that makes her laugh like never
There remained a question though?
What’s your Freedom?
Happy Reading
Mirage 