My letter... Hariye jaoa The old brown book(my diary) Erasmos....... Peace.....

Let her Fly!

Let her fly!

What does she know about marriage!
Where nothing matters in Age..;
What does she knows about responsibility,
Where no one looks at her ability;
It's not out of interest,it's all about necessity
Where nobody understands the level of her maturity...

Her baggage is full,not with her clothes but with the tears of her Mother and love of her father  ;

Her shoulder is burdened with the responsibilities,which was once ,not her matter;

Barely she can drapes her clothes,
But has to wear the communal ideologies ;

An age to study,an age to learn and an age to pamper herself;
She is seen managing household chores  ,loosing her true self;

Life was a canvas for her,where she dreamt of reaching the horizon,
But what she is left is a bucket full of dreams which can never blossom!

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