I Wanted To Be Their Daughter Poem by bakuli bhakali

I wanted to be their daughter,
But she called me daughter-in-law.

People say-
How does it make any difference?
Daughter or daughter-in-law
It's the same.
I hoped so.
But it's not the same.
In fact, it's the shame!

If I someday won't cover my hair
In front of the elders of the house
It's the shame!
If I speak louder
It's the shame!
If I sleep longer
It's the shame!
If I laugh louder
It's the shame!
If I cry
It's the shame!
If I jump in joy
It's the shame!
If I pass my day out of the doors It's the shame!
If I can't bear children
It's the shame!
If I complain anything
It's the shame!
If I want to settle
somewhere for my career
It's the shame!
If I wear something other than
what they choose for me
It's the shame!
If I visit my parents
And call them frequently to know how
It's the shame!

I just wanted to be their daughter,
But they called me daughter-in-law.
I wanted to feel at home.
I wanted to laugh and live.
I wanted to cry and complain.
I wanted to care and cared.
I wanted to fight and forget.
As a daughter do.
As I did in the home I left.

I wanted to be their daughter
But they called me daughter-in-law.