I was born in an affluent family,
Full of pride and norms followed strictly.
An innocent girl, I enjoyed their love,
Being obedient, following them like a dove.
But as I grew, I found them strict,
Policing me, my movement restrict.
Do, this, do that, was my parents chorus,
I had to follow like a puppet no fuss.
I wish they knew I am suffocated,
They were proud to see me sophisticated.
I hated to go with them for ceremonies,
All fake smile, hypocrite memories.
I lost all my confidence,
I had to take permission for everything in advance.
Never could I wear the dress I choose,
Mom would comment, no its crap and loose.
I was a victim of emotional fall,
I wish I could run breaking their wall.
The tussle between do’s and don’t fight,
Coping up, saying everything will be alright.
My strict parents have made be depressed,
All by dream and goals compressed.
Mom you wanted me to be the best,
But I am normal, average child, exploring my zest.
Sorry if I have shamed you,
I could not be number one like you.
I learnt to lie to save myself,
I wanted you around to help.
Your expectation from me was very high,
I started hating myself with a sigh.
Everyday, I struggled I cried,
Maa, did I shame you? But I tried, I tried….