“Being a woman is the best thing happened to me.”
She said counting her last breaths.
Flashbacked the scenes of being looked down,
The feeling being treated as material,
Where the other gender ruled freedom.
Childhood was just a word; God gifted musical voice,
Was lost in the chaos.
Married to twice her age and abuse was the feel,
Forced to wash the flower away in her belly,
A flower in the land of thrones.
Nobody understood the pain, neither they cared about.
She carried a flower again, this time, she flew away.
Pain was again what she felt, but this was determination,
She carried a pot with water on her head,
And the other with a flower in her belly.
As she stood in the middle of the desert,
She was bold enough to water the flower.
The flower bloomed, first time she felt happy,
Happiness moulded her enough to make this flower flourish.
Uneducated but courage, decided to go on,
Construction sites, road dhabas were the places
Where she made a living.
Attacked by vultures at times, managed to
Shoo them away.
But gave her flower, things she only dreamt of.
Now, as the flower has flourished,
Just the way her mother wanted.
She held her hand on her deathbed
And said “Being a woman is the best thing happened to me.”
By Rima Kalita