She was not ready to let herself out
But the new world was still calling her
New lifestyle,New responsibilities coming through
New wave we knew would happen
It was a boat on the river,
Rowing forward and backward
Was the river encouraging her to live her new step
Or stopping her to encourage her for living her dream step
As the waters flowed her veil fell down
Her hand flowed into the deepest of waters
Her care of address was fading away
And the name plate of her is donated away
She was excited in one way
To meet new people and habituate new works
To have a new revolution
And be a new woman
Those flows were cold and soft
The rougher hands could also turn swan-soft
Then these hearts also work the same
From cruelty to spare.
This day was the day she feared
This day was the day she dreamt
Unsure of what she has to do.
Gossips running like the river
Not knowing what love actually is it not wrong to be so young and beautiful?
These waters have a lot to teach
Within the passage of end to end
She was not sure of the present nor of the future
She was fully costumed with Jewellery
The jewellery of doubts never get down
Human cannot strain himself for real
Then how are these waters perennial?
If this was the life she had to live
Status she had to earn
Then I'm not sure what to say
If love is based on status
If love is not a feeling
If woman are just machine with trashing respect
And the family holds dignity if her son (not daughter) is born or succeeded.
Then I'm not sure what to say.
This is not only vakula here
This is for everyone undone girl
This is for life of past
This is against the life of peeps.
Rivers moving in different streams
Can't vakula get the same chance?
I'm sorry she has to change
To face what she has on her way!
Next to veil
Next to the tie
We shall see what happens next
Inspiration from a scene in a Vietnamese movie "The third wife."
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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...
