Am I Blessed Or Cursed?

By Tejaswi Bandari

“A Girl is a blessing”, said everyone

When I was a little baby in the swing; Who was pampered and surprised

With glittery gold & never hurled;

Being a charmer who grabs attention

I was called an addiction;

Kind of a house warmer in every occasion

And a spotlight in any celebration;

My Every choice is nodded,

To show nothing in my life is unfair;

When I didn't know what a bad touch was,

My days turned scary thinking of claws!

Hitting that puberty I didn’t even realise

Why I was being so conscious;

I just wished I could stop seeing

Those ogling eyes wherever I go;

I didn’t realise the more often I called upon

A random stranger as ‘Brother;

The more I assumed to be safe and secure

Believing I made him sense sisterhood!

I failed to understand why I was appreciated

Only by studying all day and securing merit;

Not when my identity is being myself

To make my little world beautiful;

If my dreams doesn’t harm anyone

Why is it a bulletin to own my life I dreamt of?

But I’m sure I’m not anyone’s cup of tea

If I am only judged for being selfless and tolerant;

When I think of why or why not

It is a mind boggling puzzle that never ends;

Why lose self respect to stay in a relationship?

Why not take a step to let go self rejection?

Blessing or a Curse;

I have no answer what my life is;

I aim to fly, thinking I have wings, But being a woman do I really have?

By Tejaswi Bandari