The girl who was never born.

When she was born , she was hailed as a prince

To rule over all that her eyes surveyed

But with what will she rule

When she herself was pervaded

With the shroud of a different identity!

The world expected her to be different!

She was named a boy.

Her curls fought every month to stop the scissor blades

From slicing them into pieces

And crumbling her dreams to nothing.

While she longed for a doll and dress

He clothes were utterly pressed

And she was sent forcibly to a boy’s school.

Come on , Boy’s don’t cry !

Boy’s don’t behave like girls

Boy’s don’t like colors.

Loving colors was a crime!

From the first days of childhood she was judged

Judged shunned and treated like an animal

An animal which is to be feared

Because it doesn’t conform to norms

Because it breaks all the myths and shatters all the barriers

Marked as an abomination of nature

She struggled

Struggled to prove that she was nature.

Just like a butterfly who needs a cocoon to transform

To transform from a caterpillar into a magnificent butterfly

Then came the day when finally everyone saw her as she was

A beautiful woman

Her dad loved her as a princess

Prince never-so-charming and charming to came to court her

Her life was like a bed of roses

Occasionally strewn with more than enough thorns

And too many rejections and scorns.

But she did not stop

She grew and grew

And out of her balcony flew into an era of freedom.

Freedom from all the confines and fears

And all the swords and spears of life.

-Soumita Das

 

 

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