By It was a precious day I was about to arrive, Best wishes it’s a baby girl that survives.
Congratulations! You got a gorgeous beauty the nurse admired.
My big man denied me and said this is not what I desired.
I pondered for a while, If I wasn’t for their blood, probably they might not have
transpired.
Listening to those miserable quotes, turned me very tired.
I grew up like a little plant to some extent.
Why didn’t they facilitate me by giving me a pen?
The brother had no obsessions or restrictions, used to go beyond boundaries.
My voice was kept under concrete, I was forced to do laundry.
This biasness prisoned me, they considered me a shame.
A decade later these biological beings didn’t even give me their name.
They were indeed glad to send me far from their range.
A moment ago felt worthless, thought what could I change?
Fat Chance!If anyone would be there to defend.
Cried out to my soul in the dark corner,
“When will this dominance end?”
I was not the princess, but a trespasser that was living in rent.
I should have grabbed my rights to attain, if so the dominance would never had augment.
Written by Badal Katuwal
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