Her eyes were full of dreams
Dreams that she wished to chase
she watched the boys next door
playing around …
her eyes wished for the same
she never understood
what made her different from him
was he unable to do?
was he just born to be free?
is it her own fault?
she never understood the complexities
she was awakened even before the sun rose high
she was never let to sleep, even when the night was about to dawn
she had utensils and brooms to play with
she had none other than the silence to talk to
her tired bones, crushed underneath her skin
she just thought
” I am just a girl, was that my fault ?”.
Silence never answered her. …..