WORTHLESS

part 1

Faces were filled with pity after having a glance
At the newborn girl's innocent visage
As she tossed, turned and cried on the hospital bed
And tried to see her happy relatives over her head

Her parents' countenance was filled with pleasure
Of having a nipper, their very first treasure
But her relatives were sure enough to bet
That the bairn wouldn't grow up to be an asset

Her parents would have to collect money and worry
To sell her off and pay some dowry
Since some paper notes are all she's worth
Her parents are expected to work hard since her birth

Even while selling old newspapers, money is received
But a woman, worth nothing, is sold for free
From birth till marriage, she's addressed by whom her father is
And then she takes her husband's name, till eternal bliss
She never has her own name, home or rights
Cos' women are nothing more than daughters, mothers and wives

On the occasion of the arrival of a guest
She'll run in home and serve what's best
She can never prioritise her life or career
Cos' she was born for someone else and not for her

She burns like a candle for others, day by day getting shorter
Leading a hopeless life, for all her dreams did she slaughter
With a similar upbringing, she ruins the life of her daughter
For she teaches her that women are men's objects, to be played with
Who should behold silence even if abused, raped or hit
And due to partiarchy, a woman is deprived of her dritt

She's expected to cook, clean and do all the household chores
She can either do it voluntarily or she's forced
Cos she'll have to serve the man with whom she walks around the marriage fire
The one who'll have the right to nan each of her desires
She'll keep mum because she's forced​ to digest
That a woman is no more than a man's object
©jes_lyn