She

She wailed her way into the world... An avatar they said, Goddess Lakshmi had taken birth... Her parents' pride, her brother's delight... She loved and shone her brightest light... She smiled she laughed in her radiant sight... She didn't notice the prying eyes... Pirouettes and piques, with aplomb she leaped... Fell back on the earth, for a second it hurt... Not losing her stride, among the cries... She walked ahead, with her head held high... Its a man's world, she was warned... Not true she said, and walked along... For she was proud of the woman she was... She did not know of the waging war... She had no right to dress as she pleased... Her shorts were labelled as a tease... She committed a crime when she refused his friendship... She was punished by a splash of acid... Pushed and shoved, groped and cut... She burnt she bled, he simply fled... It was her fault, said those in power... She ate noodles, she should have called him brother... She shouldn't have been out, late at night... Well, he was justified in playing out his might... She should have brought a car in dowry... She wouldn't be laying, a lifeless body... She gives life, akin to God... Yet her life is an irony, unwanted... abort... Lying about the scar on her face... She tells her friends she fell down the staircase... For she didn't know how to confide in them... Of the scathing beatings, by the husband she'd wed... Killing in honour of the holy mother cow... Raping the honour of the woman of their house... They'd given her wings, asked her to fly... She flew away, and then they pried... How dare she fly away so high, she was permitted to fly awhile... Clip her wings, draw a ring...attach her to their pendulum strings... Stamped her fate, sentenced to a cage... Live like a prisoner, you deserve it, they say... Yet they fold their hands in prayer... To a Goddess, for their share... For their share of golden glory... While her life becomes another cover story...