Her

By Simran Goel

She is not an open-book,

Not allowing everyone to look.

She wanna do her best,

But her own people

Are just like the rest.

Her father is working hard,

To keep her in the gold cage.

This fills her with rage,

She at times, decides to quit

But she entered to ace the race.

She works harder,

To end the process sooner.

But the goal is farther,

And she needs her father.

Our goals for life are different,

she threw hers in abandonment,

And could never let it vent.

Thus, decided to pretend.

She sometime quitely cries,

to let him smile on seven skies.

Developing an affinity full of lies,

Showing how patriarchy ties.

Maybe she was wrong,

Thinking she could go along.

Nobody knows if this will last long,

She is fighting it

Because she is very strong.

Hoping for a breakthrough

To find her trough.....

By Simran Goel