Prison

I live and live in the world of formalities

Full of mist and suffocation

Be humble, be polite

For every bullshit

Lower your eyes, touch the feet

Of every rascal

Because you are a bride

And bride should be humble

So cook, wash, pray and breed

Because you are a bride

And bride should do all this

Burn yourself and be "sati"

The pious and sacred woman

Because you are a bride

And bride should tolerate this..

It haunts me day and night

Laughing at my existence

I am turning mad..mad totally

I will soon chop everyone

With the vegetable cutting knife

And will live in the better prison

Prison for my whole life..