She grew up beautiful- satire.

Misery,

Ungratefulness,

Sadness,

Disparity,

Heartaches,

Inequality,

She grew up as a child with hopeful eyes,

Only to be free in a world restricted by her parents,

Ironic freedom in a world where they are not still granting rights,

She did grow into a beautiful woman,

Only to be arranged into marriage to a guy she had to give dowry to,

She had to pay him for herself,

Shame! Was what she thought and felt.

She grew up more from that little kid phase,

To hear from her parents of what to read, to wear, to sleep.

To hear from the people to hide under the roof of a place called home because someone might rob her off her beauty,

And she grew up in a hopeful place where she wasn’t to decide what she would want to be in future,

When questioned about,

The elders said ‘you are too young to think for yourself now, you are only a girl’

She grew up to be a beautiful bride,

To a man, who she didn’t know.

To a man, who took her money,

To a man, who married her because she paid him the most.

Is it wrong to say that her husband was a gold digger?

Or would this thought make her a bad person in her societal thoughts!.

She grew up beautiful,

She grew up hopeful,

In a world divided,

In a world so narrow,

In a world of divine creation of irony,

And satire was one phenomenon, she became.

~Dipmala.