The turmoil in our soil
The turmoil in our soil
The soil I have grown in
Has silhouette so multiple,
Are they diversity of traditions or tantrums
I couldn’t reach its fulcrum.
Tiptoeing my way from eligible
to getting married,
An overload of rituals,
left my ideologies buried;
With a veil of dos and don’t margining my forehead
Plucking the florals of my thoughts, now shed.
Why in our country, one women enemies the other
Preparing a pyre of their fate for her new well wisher
Decades have passed, its time to rig in a new change
To not perpetuate one’s own miseries to the generation next,
To ignite the flame of revenge.
Treating daughters as a jewel but why foreign,
Does her marriage buy the right,
to lighten the wick of her kin ;
Omnious was not her family before marriage,
But the skeleton of primitive thought
Now is the time to unleash the chain of rot.