I remember long back... I recited this beautiful poem in one of my recitation competitions, my english teacher got this to me.... I am sorry but the name of the poet is unknown....
This poem is actually about the life of a 'Girl', how she turns from a small child to a lady.... cursed on each and every step of her life by the people.... She is sorry for she was born a Girl...She is silent all the time though sad... and defeated..................
SHE
The moment she was born
A deep sadness descended on her frame
Joy and laughter did not welcome herOnly a sigh and a deep regret
of her parents' distress
Told her she was born a Girl.
As she grew up she was so good
outstanding in every class
Be it dance or art
But she heard no encouraging remark
As her father had to say,
Its no use, she is to get married one day
And she was sorry she was born a Girl.
When she got married she expected a quiet life as a dutiful wife
But none was greatful for her daily labours
All they did was to curse her again
For giving birth to a baby girl
And she was sorry
That her baby was a Girl.
When her husband was alive, she was a lonely wife
After his death she led a lonlier life
Her miseries multiplied into plenty
All she had was treachery.
It was strange, but it was true
She was missing the man; her husband who often made her sorry for being born a girl
She regretted again
Again she sobbed
Why she had not allowed
Then to burn her along
With her husband's pyre?
Why had she rebelled?
What had she gained?
Today several years later
After several laws and regulations
They still burn her alive
Though not on her husband's pyre
For her husband lives,
Leering at her burning corpse
To wait for another wealthier prop
Her little daughter waits in a corner.
Suddenly wiser, wiser than before
Understanding why she should be sorry
That she is a Girl...........
Take care and have a great tym...
