I was born to you,
With the hope that someday,
I will make you proud,
Amidst how the birth of a girl-child is talked about.
You raised me,
With all your love and commitment,
You cultivated in me, all the virtues and sanctity,
And didn’t let any vice exist in my vicinity.
You told me,
If I study well and work hard,
I will be, whatever I want to be,
And will live a good life happily.
I always wrapped myself in decent attire.
As you instructed me clearly,
I always made it a point,
To come back home little early.
I used to be careful and alert.
I always avoided going desolate places,
And if I had to go in the end,
I was always accompanied by bro or a friend.
With all these teachings,
I grew up as a bright student,
Followed everything the way you said,
And hence, was awaiting a beautiful life ahead.
But now, I am in the hospital,
Fighting for my life.
And thinking all the time, without a comma,
Where did I go wrong, mama?
Doctors will operate me,
People will sympathize with me,
News channels will air shows on me,
But I wanna know where did I go wrong, mommy?
Culprits will be under trial,
Public will be under rage,
Demanding the life sentence or punishment more severe,
But what about the physical and mental damage caused to me
in here.
I am lying on the bed
Sustaining all the injuries,
No clue if I will live a normal life again,
Mom, who is accountable for this unbearable pain?
Accused might be sentenced,
Law and order might fall in place,
I might get relieved of physical pain,
But what about the shock deeply rooted in my brain
How would I regain my trust in people,
How would I be able to feel myself safe,
How would I again aspire for a bright future,
And what will happen to the dreams, I used to nurture ?
Myriads of questions,
Seems as if endless sea.
But mom, the biggest question will always remain,
What wrong did I do to deserve this pain?
