Love Was Never Mine

By Komal Kiran

Icy wind flew, 
Holding haziness.
Frozen sky above, 
And limpid gems 
On turfs below.
Yes! That December night,
On track of loneliness 
I stood beneath 
The blinking stars;
Longing for love,
Love that belonged 
To the descendent son, 
And was never mine, 
For I was daughter.
I screamed within,
But silenced out
Isolated again 
From my family, 
Ruled by patriarch.