But all she can think is if she will lose her identity,
She is stepping into a new life,
But all she can think is if it will be what she had thought.
Throbbing heart, numb brain,
Anxiety popping out her every vein,
All her life she fought for the right,
She stood alone and called out women's plight,
Will she be asked to forsake her beliefs?
Will she capitulate or would she persevere through this grief?
She started her journey with truth,
Declaring she doesn't believe in a few things,
If she were asked to kneel down before a fundamental niche,
She would have preferred to dive right into a ditch.
Who is he?
He who was to stood beside her,
Crawled beneath the bed as soon as families met.
How does he not care if these patriarchal norms hurt her?
He once said, he would do what it takes to protect her,
He promised to work with her against societal guns,
But don't we all know that it's easier said than done,
Love is a beautiful concept,
But love doesn't ask you to sacrifice,
Love nourishes you,
It fights for what you believe in,
It doesn't let you feel stranded amid blinds,
Now she is all alone walking towards something unknown,
Not breathing but gasping for air holding onto her gravestone,
Nobody understands her,
Nobody is there to support her,
She never felt this trapped,
Shouldn't he be beside her navigating her through phases and maps?
But maybe he also fooled himself that he was any different,
When it clearly doesn't affect him the way it breaks her entire system,
And the fact that nothing has changed with her crying over it every night,
Speaks volumes of his strength to fight,
He is a great person but someone who is standing in the middle,
Not able to decide which side he belongs
And not able to understand what makes it so painful,
Nonetheless, she is pushed to juggle through several questions,
Should she kill her beliefs?
Should she kill the relationship?
Or anything that provides her a way out.
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