One, two,three are doting on the floor
16×1 or 15×1 who knows what stupidity world has taken her into ?
Straight dotes or middle dots, what kind of dots are these anyway?
World goes in the wrong way
And insanity is where she is taken into
Curves and rounds
"What? And what?"
How is this possible?
Why are shapes and lines here?
This is not even hopscotch
"Your husband will be pleased looking at these" Her mother told
"Why would I impress my uncle? He is my uncle mamma" she asked
"Holding powder is already a big task
Now she is asking me to draw with it" she thought.
Looks like the family confirmed their duo
But all the sets she thought of were singleton
Does she have to get beaten?
Does she have to pulp children out of her?
This powder over her hand was sleekly
Quarter caught rest fallen downy
When placed on the floor everything gone
Her mother wasn't angry
"Practice makes man perfect
But you are now my young lady
Vakula you have two choices
One be for the society
Else live against the society"
She said
Finally her mother was supporting her
Her brother shall be with her
Now her only thought was him
Now she only speaks to him
"Family might take me the other way
Am I going to go there
Nah--i think otherwise
Which one wise as me would Ink"
She thought
Now to this powder
This thing is a big bowler
Jumping and jacking adjusting her hand
Her mother was afraid if she was ready to give her brother that hand
Everything must be planned.
Everybody must be playing
She should read
And she has to write
No matter what!
She is going!
She is going to gurukul!
She is going to gurrukul to study!
YOU ARE READING
Shackles
PoetryThis poetry ballads are about a very young child who grew up with very less restrictions. As she grew up! Her Restrictions were very tightened up. Will she break them up? Or abode them? Is she going to stand individual or be a slave to her elderly...
