Pa, you have taught me to be strong
You have never stopped me from reaching for my dreams
Ma, you have taught me that being gentle is a virtue too
You gave me hope when I was stuck in a bleak world
But today I see you haggling over dowry
The price of my freedom for a happy marriage
I see my worth being measured in sovereigns of gold
And the market value of property to my name
It seems oddly like tallying of a balance sheet
You see me as an asset, but in their eyes
I'm nothing but a liability, unless I come decked in jewels
But even then what after I turn into an overused commodity?
My looks, my dreams, my values seems to mean so little today
When I stand in front of those so called prospective grooms
Appraising me head to toe, dissecting me with their eyes
My thoughts shrivel up and curl inside with each word they say
Isn't marriage supposed to be a relationship?
One based on mutual trust and respect?
Or is it simply another business arrangement?
You have both taught me it is so much more
Today, please don't be frantic, for fear of my passing years
For the ticking of my biological clock
I would rather remain as just the daughter that you both love
Than as the trophy wife who was negotiated on a whim
Someday maybe I will find someone
Someone who will not be bothered by your bank balance
Or whether I have mastered the art of making perfect rotis
So that even afterwards, I can continue to be who I am today
Without my dreams turning into dust
Without hopes being crushed
Where I will be looked at with respect and love
And not just as a bejeweled garish clown or fool...
Linking this post to the A to Z Challenge.