Awakening
Born in a joint family,
The youngest of all,
Her decisions were always made for her.
They said, “You’re too small.”
She thought her siblings
would let her have her say.
But that bubble burst quickly.
“Little sis, just do as we say.”
With friends she hoped for respite,
But she was wrong.
“You’re too naïve,” they told her.
“We’re right, you just have to believe.”
At work she was adept,
Her efforts clearly seen,
Yet her opinions were always dismissed,
“Not now, you’re still a novice.”
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Slowly, she learned to shrink herself,
To keep the peace by staying quiet.
Even her choices came with conditions,
Wrapped in the question:
“Did you take permission?”
Her voice remained silent,
While her soul tugged at her —
To speak up now,
For maybe it wasn’t too late.
A quiet fire,
A stubborn spark
Refused to let go.
And in that moment, she knew:
This was the beginning,
The story of her awakening.
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