She visualised her exodus
she was moving farther away
leaving a childhood behind,
no more the legacy of calling home.
No longer waking to mom’s call
neither be pampered by dad often
running to win against bro
and stealing candy when sis was gone…
Who would she have fun with now?
She is expected mature
work and act emotionless
poised; balanced; letting nothing show…
But where to keep the child within?
should she lock her up somewhere
never letting her peek out
or should she put her straight to death….
She fought tears while leaving
who would love and caress her
can it be even remotely same
as to what she lived before…
He had promised it would be good
but would his family be as lovely
would they really cherish her being
and be a loving family?
Her fears told her otherwise
instead of mom would be a critic;
her moments restricted at home and out
working; cleaning; however tired
She would have no say in affairs
even if something concerned her
would she ever be consulted and asked?
Would she ever … fit in?
Would her mother not tease and taunt
question her skills and expertise
would she be insulted for mistakes
Oh! The pain of even thinking …
What if someday she has a strife
by whose side would he stand
would he look for the truth behind
or blindly agree to his family’s version?
Would he leave her alone, such
making her feel out of place
making her rethink the decision,
was marriage even worth?
She left, clutching her heart in hand
maybe she needed a stone instead
wearing a fake mask of strength on face …
and locking the bubbly child inside…!