झरोखा - A window to my soul

A Curse never Broken

This one's for all the eldest daughters out there<3!!

The firstborn of the family,
the apple of her father's eye,
and her mother's pride...
With dreams to soar,
and the world to explore,
became the "mature one",
at the tender age of four.

Left the cradle before
the dawn of life,
the curse of the eldest,
cut through her like a knife.
Her mother's arms
remained her home no more...
Her father's hopes
now hers to bore.

Her delicate shoulders drooped,
the boulder of expectations,
crippled her
with the hex to be doomed.
Praised by the unknown,
exploited by her own...
trapped in the tranquility
of her scream,
the rage inside her chipped away
at the veneer of gleam.

The kid in her bludgeoned,
the elder sister in her strengthened.
The shadows of night
witnessed her shattered might,
and when all her pleas went unheard...
lines of love and respect blurred.

With heaps of sadness
and gallons of unshed tears,
the adult in a child's body,
was consumed by her own fears.
The apple is now rotten,
and the pride forgotten,
and thus the curse showed its true colors,
shedding bits of her soul
like leaves of autumn.