I am your most loving mother.
Your ever caring sister, my brother.
I am your better half- your wife.
Your daughter whom you consider your life.
I take care of you, live for you.
Don’t I deserve a bit of respect, too?
I sacrifice my joys, happiness and everything.
In return, don’t I deserve even something?
I supress my thought for I fear.
You’ll feel agonized if you hear.
More than me you safeguard the gold.
Is it my marriage or I am being sold?
So to say, you gave me freedom.
But I here feels it seldom.
My heart aches and it pains.
I weep deep inside, like it rains.
O ye Men! I continue to suffer.
How can you still act so tougher?
Sameer Rashid Bhat is studying at Iqbal Memorial Institute, Srinagar. He can be mailed at firstname.lastname@example.org