At 1, I was taught to play with dolls,
Maybe they knew boys better match with balls.
At 5, I was told my favourite color shall be pink,
May be they knew how lives and colors link.
At 10, I was said not to go out for so long,
Maybe they thought it was just wrong.
At 15, I was told say bye bye to boyfriends,
Maybe they knew its how happyness ends.
At 20, they taught say bye bye to shorts,
Maybe they meant if I fall, It hurts.
At 25, I was taught my family was changing,
Oh God ! Why only my life so challenging ?
At 30, I was told my husband’s joy shall be mine.
And how all my lights gone still asked me to shine.
At 40, I was taught to be the best mother,
They never asked me my passion. My struggle.
At 50, when my eyesights going dim
To god,”Please Help Me !!”, I pleaded him.
At 60, I heard my husband was killed in a war
I cried and feared how I was going to restart.
A life that was never mine.
I spend all of it being just too kind.
Maybe I should have been a little selfish
Maybe I should have worked for my dreams.
Maybe I should have build up my career
Been bold, beautiful no limits just cheer
They have taught me many things.
But now I want to ask
What each of them mean ?
Why was I not allowed to be extraordinary
Like the setting sun in a beautiful scenary
After all these years, I want to fly again
Like a winged bird, like in a fairy tale.
I have spread my powerful wings,
I am living a sensible life, it seems
