She came out of the house
remembering her childhood
when she played with dolls
wishing "if only i could"
she had cried bitterly
'coz of continuous blabbering
and then she realized her childhood dream
"if only i could sing"
the day had been a tiresome one
working, cleaning dishes
but she occasionally dozed off
wishing "if only i could recall those wishes"
only days had passed since she got married
but treated like a maid
her in-laws butchered her gruesomely
all she wished
"if only these memories could fade."
she remembered her parents
and her playhouse shack
but sitting under the kitchen roof
she wished "if only i could get those days back."
days went by, months went by
and so did years
her pain had turned to agony
agony to tears.
those tears made her frail
and weak
but her values taught her
to be gentle and meek.
and now hanging by the fan
with a note in her hand
her in-laws rest in jail
cursing those "torturous days"
the girl's dreams left with an "IF"
none of them fulfilled
to condemn such acts
the field of knowledge has to be tilled!
