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Song of a Teenage Girl 1/2


The song expresses the feelings of an Indian village girl. Her parents have fixed her
marriage (It generally happens in the rural areas of India, even to-day). She is about to
leave for the first time for her in-law’s place. She do not want to go to her  father in
law’s place leaving her parents, her soul mates friends the animals and birds.  The song
sketches the tender feelings of her heart for her Mother, Father and Brother & for the
animals and birds, whom she used to look after until now as her most precious friends and
who taught her how to sing a sweet song.  

Song of a Teenage Girl      1/2

Why you are sending me to an alien place, the place of my in laws, O Mother dear and Father,

I played and enjoyed my child hood and youth, in your courtyard O dear Mother & Father,

You always kept me on your eyelids like a pearl of tears,

O Mother, you always kept me close to your bosom, like the beatings of heart, where I laughed and bloomed. 

O Father, after quarrelling with my brother, I used to weep for hours, 

Whenever you call my name, I used to be so proud of you, O my dear Father.

O Father, by seeing a smile on your face, we used to bloom like a flower.

Then,  why you are sending me to an alien place*   O My Mother and Father *,

Please listen to me, O dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in-laws,

-Now you have to give food and water to the Parrots on the Tree.

-O, Mother you have to give now fodder and water to our Cow in our courtyard.

-And do not forget to give grains to our oxen Chun Mun, whom I look after in our fields.

-My melody singing Koyal* would be sitting and waiting for me on the Mango tree.

O Mother, it is Koyal,   who taught me how to sing a sweet song,

Please do not forget to look after that lovely singing bird.

Listen to me, O My dear Father & Mother, if you have already decided to send me to my in laws,

All my birds, animals and my childhood friends would be waiting for me with tearful eyes, O Mother,

Please tell them your daughter has left this place forever and has gone,

To her in laws, a place so alien to her.   ....  concluded in part 2             


Kanpur  India. 17th October 2010    			

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  1. Date: 7/1/2011 9:17:00 AM
    I enjoyed the read, sweet narrative, Ravindra, can't wait to enjoy part 2.

  1. Date: 10/20/2010 8:08:00 PM
    Yes, you have explored many things of nature in your poem here ,Ravindra. you have a very deep love for nature and culture. Luv, Andrea

  1. Date: 10/20/2010 3:18:00 PM
    Amazing Ravindra, how you wrote her teenage youth as a wife in a song. Trully enjoyed,..p.d.

  1. Date: 10/18/2010 9:14:00 AM
    Expressive with deep emotion Ravindra.. enjoyed the flow of your words so strongly written yet so sweeting penned..luv.. will this be a series perhaps?

  1. Date: 10/17/2010 8:31:00 PM
    These poor girls to which this kind of thing happens. You captured splendidly her pain and painted a beautiful picture of her fondness for her home and her animals. LUv, Andrea

  1. Date: 10/17/2010 11:30:00 AM
    The above Poem is a Folk Song I wrote in Hindi, which the village women in Indian, as well as in other countries in villages normally sing on ceremonial occasions. The girl who is trying not to go to her husband's place is hardly around sixteen years of age, who do not understand the meaning of Husband & Wife. For her the company of her birds and animals, trees and friends and her family members and her routine work is the most precious things in the world. ...Ravindra