At 1, I was taught to play with dolls Maybe they thought boys better match with balls
At 5, I was taught my favorite color shall be pink
Maybe they knew how colors and lives link At 10, I was taught not to be out for so long,
Maybe they thought it was just wrong At 15, I was taught not to make boyfriends
Maybe they thought it’s how happiness ends.
At 20, I was taught to say bye to shorts Maybe they meant if I fall, it hurts.
At 25, I was taught my family was changing Oh god! Why only my life so challenging At 30, I was taught my husband's joy should be mine
And how all my lights gone still asked me to shine
At 40, I was always taught I shall be the best mother,
They never asked me my passion, my struggle
At 50, when my eyesight went dim
To my god, "please help", I pleaded him At 60, I heard my husband was killed in a war
I cried and feared how I was supposed to restart a life which was never mine
I spend all of it being just too kind Maybe I should have been a little selfish I should have fought for my rights.
Maybe I should have built up my career been bold, beautiful no limits just cheer They taught me many things
But now I want to ask
What does each of them mean? Why was I not allowed to be extraordinary
Like the setting sun in a beautiful scenery They taught and blamed and gossiped a lot
About what was to be done and what was not
After all these years, I want to fly again
Like a winged bird, like in a fairy tale.
I will never care what they say or don't for I have dreamt a bigger world of my own
I will never give up whether smart or coy Cause life is meant to be lived
As a girl or as a boy
For now I have spread powerful wings, I am living a sensible life, it seems
Himalaya College of Engineering