Being a woman

Being a woman
Dear Mother,

I now know the joys of holding a tiny life,
I now know the love that wells when I see him.

I know what it means to be a wife
I know how to leave past, make your memories dim.

I have realized the pain of being a woman
I know how to predict things with acumen.

I know, its me, who has to lay herself before everything
I know, its me, who has to sacrifice everything

Its me who will bear all
And its me who will be forgotten like a toy-doll

What rises up chokes me I don’t know
It may be bitterness of world, or the one inside me

I pray it subsides
I pray thee