Baba..

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mohona

The thoughts hovered around in my head,
Of,
The time I had left behind,
Of,
All those little precious moments I had lived,
But only in my those little naps,
Of the Dark nights.
The oblivion did not flow throught the path,
Where you stood in my deep memories,
But only a figure very vague.
The struggles of life seemed never ending,
I became a woman,
When my hands should have only be filled with toys,
The mehendi adorned my little fingers,
And the blood ornamented my legs.
That age where my princess years should have been,
I bore a terrible pain in my stomach,
Through all the household chores,
That I had been, since doing.
The man that slept beside me,
Every of the dull nights,
Bore the  'sutta' smell.
That reminded me of a time,
When you would sing lullabies to me on the charpai,
In a place called Home.
Father,
I have been a good girl you see!
Just the way you had asked me to be.
But on the last years of this wasteful life,
I think,
I would have may just liked,
To be your Daughter for once , in all those time!