Ritika Bhatia, Poetry 2021 Magazine

‘She’- the Regular story


From dismay to demise, ‘She’ has to pay the price.
The moment ‘She’ is born, the hopes are all torn.

Who cares-- the new mother is in pain,

All efforts are now in vain.

Had ‘He’ been born; a successor would be ensured,

For the re-trial, they wouldn’t have been lured.


Despite all grief...


The new mother holds her; with tears in her eyes,

Why have u come baby; the mom sighs.

When the tear of her mom trickles down her cheeks;

‘She’ says ‘ Be happy mom’, let them be a freak.

I am ‘She’ mom; I am born to glow,

Show me the smile mother, not to feel low.


The mother explains...


U are not welcomed, they don’t like you dear,

U won’t be able to shine, that’s my fear.

I want to raise you with extreme love and care,

Not like a burden, begging to find a pair.

My heart winces when I see your future, years later,

Just like me; everybody’s needs, u will cater.


To this the daughter replies..


Dear mom ‘u sound so unhappy and afraid’,

I am your daughter mother, meant to upgrade.

We are fighters from within, we won’t let go,

I am not going to nod always, I will say a no.

If a ‘He’ can read, write and have a career,

I can also be independent, and be more merrier.


As she grows the mother tells her daughter..


I am so happy to see u beautiful and confident,

U are able to take care of everything without a bent.

U are my successor; no matter what the world says,

Despite all hardships and challenges; u spread your rays.

Now that you are married; responsibilities are more on you,

I know you are strong; but this phase is altogether new.


Daughter replies...


Thanks mother; being with me till this part of journey,

Now in this new phase; someone else is my attorney.

Still I will remember all your teachings,

I will bring a certain change; I will follow your preachings,

But its so hard to correct their mindset,

Despite the efforts; ‘She’s goals are never met.



But despite the ‘She’ being so successful, the vicious cycle tells her story thereafter!!


The new mother holds her; with tears in her eyes;

Why have u come baby; the mom sighs..

When the tear of her mom trickles down her cheeks;

She says”be happy mom”, let them be a freak.

I am she mom; I am born to glow,

Show me the smile mother, not to feel low.


This cycle will never break; it’s so seamless,

‘She’ is still unwanted; a ‘He’ is still a bless.

Despite how wise we become,

A daughter is yet not a welcome.

‘She’ is still a family’s add on,

Still no grief if ‘She’ is gone.


The silence should never break; else ‘She’s broken,

For ‘She’s dignity; ‘He’ should be born as a token.

Where are we going; the answer is unknown,

We are so childish, despite being grown.

It’s so sad to see this mentality nationwide,

Hold the ‘She’, ‘She’ is a pride.

Hold the ‘She’; ‘She’ is a pride.