There was a girl who always dreamt to touch the sky;
There was a girl who always wished like a bird she could fly.
There was a girl who would never say no;
And for whom...life was always in right flow.
There was a girl,
always happy and gay;
Tough times too,
she would face it like a play.
There was a girl who lived on her own conditions;
No one would question even her weird decisions.
There is a woman
who is now a mother and a wife;
Things are changed and so is the definition of life.
There is a woman
now representating her mom and dad;
She has to adjust so that relations don't fade.
There is a woman who has to mold the raw clay;
The irony is that there is no one to hear and nothing to say.
There is a woman who has to convert a bud into a flower;
And for this blissful job she has got all the power.
Her children and husband are big assets in her life;
But this girl is lost while playing the role of a mother and a wife.
This woman wishes to be that girl again;
Who would smile even in pain.
This woman wishes to be a girl along with a wife and a mother;
Who would again live life king size without any bother.
Don't you worry, the day will soon come;
When wife, mother and girl, all will become one.
Then, I'm sure she'll feel like a sun;
Things will be all set and life will be all fun.
