A Girl's Complain Poem by Trailakya Roy

They thought me fragile,
So always they did guard.
And never let me fly free,
Over the sky like a free bird.

All were unhappy,
When I was born.
He was upset then,
Her dream was torn.

So I brought up,
Like the weeds.
In land of dreams,
Did bitter the sweets.

Before testing my wings,
They called me soft and sick.
They told me to be a girl,
And never to dream of a peak.

They praised my beauty,
As I grew edible and tall.
Marry her off now,
Suggested they all.

They decorated me a bride,
And sent to in- laws in hurry,
Had I any dream unseen?
And they did that bury.