The Cry

The Cry©

-Alveera Hafeez

When a girl is born,
Some start to mourn.
Some consider her holy but some don't,
Some consider her a blessing but some don't.

Everyone expects her to accept things,
She is not allowed to spread her wings.
People misuse her heart and emotions,
She smiles all the time even in commotions.

No one understand what she feels,
With a smile her heart always tries to heal.
She searches everywhere for the one,
Who can wipe her tears and give her attention.

She cannot live the way she wants,
Her life has been moulded to other's wants.
She is not allowed to think,
Without permission her eyes don't blink.

Does being a girl means living other's life?
Can't I make my own bee-hive?
Why can't I live my own life?
Am I slave bound to obey you all my life?

Oh!God why this happens with us?
Why can't we drive our own bus?
Why only we have to follow?
Why only our dreams swallow?

Why we have to live like they want?
Can't we make our own life's font?
Are we so stupid and weak?
Our mistakes have no forgiveness to seek!

We are not made to obey you,
You cannot make our emotions drew.
We can live our own life,
We don't need your passive rules in our life.

Let us live our own dreams,
This is every girl's screams!!!