The little girl wanted a ball
But she was handed a doll
She wanted a book to read
But was told to cook instead
Stay at home cook and clean
Your role is just behind the scene
Don’t try to raise your voice
There’s no weightage to your choice
Eat only after all the men have
Till then ask your stomach to behave
Rise and shine before everyone else
Put up your feet after everyone has
Your happiness lies only with them
Rest for you is a not on their list
Don’t fool yourself that you are someone
Simply get your duties dusted and done
Don’t give your poor heart any hope
Your own desires have no scope
A machine expected to give birth
You are born to die without any mirth
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