The girl we meet



Was in a queue for fifteen minutes In the busy airport, with wee humane

Merely 50 people in front of me

But could picture the whole nation of sane.
A father with a 7-year-old daughter

Showing the guidelines of boarding a plane

The daughter was not scared

Like the older daughters who were alone.

She was thrilled and excited of thinking whats next,

But I was feeling sorry, what we do to them.

Once she will be 18, we will forget her parents

We will picture her in every way

And the ways to get her in bed

May be through her consent

Or skipping it because it will take too long
The moment “SHE” comes into our head

We know she can’t drive or take decisions

Or can have an opinion

May be she is a machine who loves the pain

And we are proud to give her that

In every fucking way

Giving a birth if is a girlish thing

To protect and calm her through

Is what a boy must maintain

Holding house if is her duty

Appreciating and helping her

Is what would call u a MAN
A habit of equality is tough to follow

Because it challenges your strength

And lowers your ego

Asking the walking girl if she is available

May be that will also happen

To that little girl….

She is delicate because she can absorb a lot of pain

Not the pain you think she loves

But her son’s complaints

Her husband’s dejections and the parent’s sickness.

Ask her truly if she can walk along to hell

She will follow you not because she loves the pain

Because the lady was the little girl with her father

Who could not replace

With the mature body

But inside

Remained the same….
– Upamanyu Sushma Naskar


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