You are an Ideal daughter

Draped in red attire
Her forehead adorned with vermilion

Eyes fluttering, lips quivering

She walks gently

Or is it with heavy steps

Her head bowed down

Is she blushing

Or weighed under embellishments

A mind filled with expectations

Uncertainty lines her thoughts

She grew up a pampered child

Cheerful and at times wild

But childhood did not last long

Youth played a different song

Her femininity was overplayed

You are a girl

So you have to be sober

Laughter became a bane

You will not be considered sane

Home science became a priority

Career options became rarity

You are an ideal daughter

Become an ideal daughter-in-law too

She stepped into the new territory

The rest was a common story

– Pradnya Surve