Shackles

Brew some Beverage

It is the morning and she woke up soon
My wife was young and she'll do everything so soon
Vakula came to her age so did my loans
Ramana came to his age but a waste of talk

I love her a lot but why do they blame me
Do I really want my daughter to leave me?
All she is marrying is her uncle
He is rich and she will be happy

How many years can she play
How many days shall she go by
I don't understand who puts things into her brain
She isn't acting like herself

It's her uncle coming today
And I don't really want to mess this day
She must look great
Her kids will thank me so wait

My wife was the same when I married
Why can't I do the same?
They don't like my work
And I don't like their work

Afterall the family makes adjustments
And did I ask her sister to give her brother
She wanted my daughter
So why would I get tame

I am orthodox
I am outdated
I know that
But society likes me that way

She gets dressed and comes out
She already needs nothing like that.
She is smart no doubt!
She will handle everything the way salute that

She might want to work like my stupid boy
But I can't help withstand my mother
I feel guilty one way
I feel not the other way

This is mere play by God
She is a mere player by God
I am a mere play host by God
So I am not responsible but is god

These brought him home
Vakula! Mrudula! where are they?
Get something to eat
Brew some Beverage
That's all it takes for my loans to paste.

Note: Every father wants their child to grow up things. But ancient Indian restrictions changed their paths (well according to our textbooks)This technically is her father's POV. No rivalry towards him please 🙏
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