My Unsung Tales

She sat on the chair,Drowned deep in despair,With no one around to share,Started reciting to the lonely air.
Locked behind the bars of society immature,Her pain knew no cure,Her fault being she so pure!
Her Life seemed a game of dice,When the “typical custom’s” nasty noise,Made her overlook her core’s voice!Submitting entirely to the family’s choice,She became a bride with all the poise!
Once with a dream high as the sky,To ride the fighter planes that high,Now among the household she lye,Cutting the veggies and doing the fry,All her efforts on that silly try,To please her spouse, always dry.
Who got no love in his genes,With every day creating a filthy scene,On the point of not liking the bread and beans!
Who wore the logicless jacket of dominance,Of no good, but just an empty substance.Who made her for dancing recklessly,On his lame tunes that needed to advance!
Who got no sweetness in gesture,If she denied meeting his pleasure.Hey, did you put your hearts to measure?To lay it less than physical torture?
So there she lay, stuck helpless,With the soul and spirit far hopeless.For her problem was clueless,Other than to leave that mess.
But her soul felt numb and cold,To decide that bold.For, the social pressure she could not withhold,Left with the forced relation to behold.
Regretted with every second that passed,“Why I couldn’t take the control that hard,To stop my Life being a playing card.”
There she sat on the chair,Drowned deep in despair,With no one around to share,Started reciting to the lonely air!
“ The journey of life is all about the train you take,Leaving on you to make or break,Have the courage to make it slay,By being a predator, and not a prey.”
If could not do it in a take, Be wise to rewrite that mistake,As better shots come only after the retake.”
By Rounak Maheshwari 

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