May No Other Woman Give Birth to Another
Those dolls are broken now
with whom I used to play.
The bells also stay silent
and I can feel the slay.
My father once said
"This little girl is just awesome"
but no one knew,
the bud won't get the chance to blossom.
They took me away for working,
saying that they would pay.
I am daily served with pain here,
at the age of playing with clay.
It's been two years,
I haven't seen my town.
At the age of 14 they took me from home
and surrounded this bag of bones with gown.
Being handed from one to another,
I miss the days I could sleep well.
It is not hard but hardest to tell,
how it feels when they sell.
Dusk to dawn they come and stay.
It is like hell the pain I feel.
My stomach remains empty
and asks for any waste meal.
The window never opens
and I am kept in a closed room.
They bind my hands and legs as someone comes
and the unknown figure proves to be a loom.
In the age of learning and enjoying,
I am ready to give birth.
My soul is left with nothing but just a prayer,
"May no other woman gives birth to a girl on this earth."