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I wonder who was this guy...! ! ! ! !

I wonder why…
Am I denied
A ride on the swing.

I wonder why…
Am I deprived
Of Colours in my life.

I wonder why…
My bangles were broken
And my bindi wiped…

I wonder why…
On my birth, my parents
Cursed their fate.

I wonder why…
Why am I alive
If all wait for me to die.

I wonder why…
I am not allowed
To play like a child.

I wonder why…
When I can speak
I have no voice.

I wonder why…
I was given in marriage
When I had not come of age.

I wonder why…
I have to wear white
And people want me out of sight.

I wonder why…
They call me a widow
And even hate my shadow.

I wonder why...
do I have to mourn and cry
for an unknown guy.

I wonder why…
am condemned
to pretend to live.. am dead

Written after reading an article in a leading Indian magazine, about the plight of child widows, in Desert state of Rajasthan. It’s a long dark tunnel for thousands of child
Widows. Govt. doesn't even have census figures

Mamta Agarwal
12.04.09

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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