The Woman Who Was Never A Girl

By Ishani Sengupta

My life was never a rainbow,

Black and white was what all it saw.

At the age of 8, when I was,

Spent hours for oil after class.

That red cycle which now was borrowed,

Till twenty, paddled through joy and sorrows.

Always was proud to have my little sister;

Oh! my heavy fate, she now just peeped through pictues.

Keep aside your sympathy!

As no one could grow as strong as me;

I never had a boring life,

Though it was hard on me to remain his wife.

Might have the almighty written the end otherwise,

Holding my beloved daughter’s finger, danced in the river twice,

And all my fifty’s hairs are now washed by her,

Allowing as VIP in her car.

Ever wondered how lucky you are?

Not imitating other’s thought rather.

I don’t skip to ask a question to myself ever,

That how would have my next step be,

If not kneeled to Krishna’s feet.

Well, and here’s the saying goes-

“A hint to the wise shall be enough”.

By Ishani Sengupta