Why Did You Make Her Slave
A newly born baby
Was blinking her eyes
Tried to understand
What was going on there
Mystery made him sleepy
He cried hard and fall asleep.
Strange men strange talk
Perhaps perfect in their task
Were going to perform duty
They suggested few names
A name was selected
That was reflecting her caste
Religion and almost nationality.
A child fate was decided
Without her consent
And now she was a victim of
Codes of conduct in that society.
Without her desire
They designed her beliefs
And made slave of their thoughts.
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