Diary Of A Girl Child

By Yuvankshi Venugopal

She did scrape her knee

Messed her hair

Bruised her ankle

And her dress did just get a tear

To pluck that golden apple from the tree

That swayed with the air

And rushed home to share

Only to be acknowledged or appreciated

But no one seemed to care

The apple wasn't golden enough to draw attention to her

Wounded her thigh

Bled her finger

Scratched her elbow

And tore her sleeve

The next time she climbed

And rush she did, all the way home to share

Only to be called a disappointment and liability and an irate stare

Come morning she went to the tree oh so high

She kicked it and punched it with all her might

And cry she did and screamed it all out loud.

Until she fell asleep under the blanket of the clouds.

Woke up and entered the house with lousy eyes

To find a reaction she believed to be simply lies

They rushed to her and bombarded her with questions

"Where were you? We have been looking everywhere!"

She said politely "Alas! Not everywhere"

It was a sight oh so rare to her

She couldn't resist sharing a piece of her ache.

"I thought you'd be relieved, had the unwanted daughter gone astray.”

A silence strung, oh so loud

Numbing every bone of the astounded crowd

She did scrape her knee

Messed her hair

Bruised her ankle

And her dress did just get a tear

Wounded her thigh

Bled her finger

Scratched her elbow

And tore her sleeves

Broke a few bones

Fractured a little here and there

Had mud all over her face and hair

And she stood to stare at the tree

that stood so high in the backyard

With the golden apple in her hand.

With a bittersweet smile, she ate the apple all by herself and patted her own back.

By Yuvankshi Venugopal