Invisible

Those were the invisible hands,

Which shared my dream,

By toiling and sweating for me.

Those were the invisible eyes,

Which shared my smile,

And wiped my tears.

Those were the invisible legs,

Which ran alone while I toddled.

Those were the invisible ears

Which heard my complaints

And gifted me new resolutions.

That was the invisible tongue,

Which made me taste delicacy.

And this is my visible man,

My great father!

Who loved to be invisible

And the one who wished

To see my visible trophies.

Daughter

Daughter thou are!

My princess now!

But will be a maid

And a loyal slave once.

And you are destined to cook

And raise your kids well.

Daughter thou are!

Should not laugh louder

And should not dream too,

As you are destined to be sold

With sovereign and kiss.

Daughter thou are!

My pretty princess,

Should smile always

Even when your heart is wounded.

Daughter was I...

Your mother now...

And I gave this lesson to

Be polished in your society.

Soil

I am the soil,

Watered with the sweat

Of a humble man,

Who toiled to make the meal.

I am the soil,

Greened with the tears

Of a loyal man,

Who toiled to make the meal.

I am the soil,

Reddened with the blood

Of an honest man,

Who toiled to make the meal.

Soil am I,

Garbage of placards now;

Which railed for the rights

Of the man who toiled to make you eat.

Soil am I,

Witness of pain;

Who saw the battle of survival

By the man who toiled to make you eat.

Soil am I,

A graveyard of crops engraved;

For the man who toiled to make you eat.

Loved!

I fell in love,

When I cried for the first time.

I fell in love,

When I toddled for the first time.

I fell in love,

When I went to the school for the first day.

I fell in love,

When I saw those greens dancing alone for me,

I found love,

When I kissed the nectar sucking bee.

I found love,

When I saw tales in a book.

I found love,

When I was ensnared by the lovely waves.

I found love,

When I wrote this verse.

And on a fine morning the arrowed love,

Visited me from a deadly valley

And muted my letters with it's armour,

And tried to kiss my dreams,

But my early flights ensconced me

And I escaped from the deadly amour.

Silent Death

I wish to be wiped away,

In a sudden morning,

Without being cremated.

I wish for a sudden death,

Like a buzzing fly

Without being noticed.

I wish to escape from,

This world of prejudices,

Who battle to make me pious

After I loss my breaths.

I wish to be dead,

In a silent morning 

Without being mourned

And I never wish to be engraved too.

Bookworm

Bookworm am I,

Gifted with a bookshelf

To eat and sleep,

Where no one dare to enter.

Fatty worm am I,

Eaten up the letters,

With love and passion to

Fill the gut with thoughts.

Blessed am I,

To smile at the mighty pen,

Who scribbled ideas,

Which failed to be digested

And churned as starch.

Predated

A prey am I, born with wings

But predated by cultural norms

By addressing me as a girl.

And chained am I,

Locked in a glasshouse,

Fettered with unscribbled rules.

I was born as a princess

Catered as a Barbie doll,

Forbidden to voice the spirit

And barred from violent games,

I lived as a meek doll,

Who brush rosy cheeks,

And braid darkened wool.

I grew up as a queen,

But classified as a

Pure wife and a proud mother,

Whose dreams are ignited,

To cook spicy meal.

Thus, I am a prey

Predated by me, myself

And by ourselves too.