I sat in front of mirror
When no one was near
And thought I was beautiful
"Yes, this is you are, you fool"
Shouted my angry soul.
My hair bun carries many memories
The beads in tikli are of misfortune
Dull color of bindi is opposite of ease.
And earings plays curse tune.
Bruise marks on my face as nose pin
The eyeshadow as my dark circles
Bloody color lips are the sign of Sins
And my kajal glistens as my tears.
Necklace holds my voice whenever I cried
And my bangles reminds that I am tied
My anklets decided every wrong steps
From which I can't run aways
I was lost in my own beauty
But was proud of me
Someone knocked me in shy
And showed me the way to sky
I noticed my feathers were growing
Took a knife and cut them down
Bleed a bit and continued crying
And rejected the heaven town
