Bless The Girls Who Are 'Disciplined'
by Roshni Inayat
(Malappuram, Kerala, India)
You could've told her the exhilarating stories of
women instead of the preposterous bedtime tales.
You could've told her that penis and vagina are not
significant but building humaneness among each other.
You could've told her that skin color doesn't matter but
how much benevolence had filled your bowl.
You could've told her that grief is not a sign
of effeteness but the bounty of love.
You could've told her that some people are fiendish
and it's not her feet of clay that made them do that.
You could've told her that submissive
relationships aren't moral but vicious.
You could've told her that she shouldn't wince
when she thinks that it should be questioned.
You could've told her that the voice from her
quintessence will reflect the mind out there.
You could've told her that she have the
potency to make her own decisions.
You could've told her that there will be people to
belittle her and she shouldn't revenge them but love.
You could've told her that she could stand on her
own legs if she has the will to fight all odds.
You could've told her that she will get all the
opportunities that her brother is offered.
You could've told her that mental illness is not
something to be fretted about but to be taken care of.
You could've told her that she is worth everything.
You could've told her that she should live a
life that would leave a mark on this realm.
But you didn't tell her all these because you
were afraid that she would become
unique among the parallels.
You were afraid that people may go
against her and abate her into naught.
You were afraid that she would
have to live in seclusion.
But you didn't try to infer that only uniqueness
had won from the time gone by.
You didn't try to infer that history is filled
with only such eccentric personalities.
You didn't try to infer that the odds in
the beginning are the compass to triumph.
And thus you fostered one among the parallels
which is a blessing in this ordinary world.
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