Do you know Her?
Never has she opened up.
Began her life obeying her Dad
Obeying her elders
Walked around with societal norms pressing her
Never walked alone ever since she blossomed
Few pairs of ogling eyes followed her way
The path she walked was already made for her
Never has she been allowed to leave trails
Nor make her path
Growing up, nothing more than
A rolling ritual of the time wheel
The power of the father
Passed on to her husband
Coached to oblige him
Later joined the son
To carry on the legacy of Dominance
Never has she been her
Ever in her life
You might have fathered her
Might’ve married her
Might’ve swarm in her womb
Have you ever met her on your way?
Have you ever let her be on her way?