It's all a matter of Perspective

Was I wrong? Maybe. But mom wasn’t right either! She let him go late at night, And not even let me wear that skirt. I said its 21 st century ma! Worlds changed out there, And I am still locked in my room. All that she said was, “Only in your fictional novels, girl!” Torn between education and society, My cheeks flushed pink with anger inside, I banged the front door and left to be a free bird, I felt like something changed in me, That one glass of wine turned me into a woman from mumma’s little girl. And I never realized when that twinkle disappeared, The place turned unknown, With everything blurred, I still maintained my composure. Walking home barefooted, On a rainy day, drenched in guilt, With the words stinging, “You don’t know the world little girl, You are just like a deer in a world full of wolves.” But was I wrong? Maybe, But mom wasn’t right either! by:  Ruddhi Shah  

We say aim higher, But are asked to satisfy with what we have. We say people who cry are strong, Yet we ask them not to cry. We say we are open minded, But still want a girl and a guy to be married. We say we respect animals, But consider our servants as slaves. We donate, But cut on our employee's salaries. We consider ourselves rich, But won't even give a hand to help. With our tongues ready to shoot, We say we support non violence. We are out casted when we don't follow society, But belong to them when we climb higher on a success ladder. We smile on their face and stab on their back. How spineless is our society? Yet,   that's where we want to fit in.       -by:  Ruddhi Shah