By Gourangi Koushik
Let your daughters
Have wings
But don't let them fly
Educate them
But don't let them think
Remind them- theories of freedom, of speech
Are works of idle western men.
Let them speak
But clip their tongues
If their views don't match yours.
Let them see
But don't widen their view
Beyond the good daughter, the perfect wife
The nurturing mother, the forgiving grandmother.
Let them hear
But no stories of the rebels
Shall be told
Or the wings will flutter.
Let them seek
But not dreams.
A husband would be great
To feed, to take over
Once you are too old to
Bear the burnt of sustaining
A daughter
A husband of your choice
Would be great
But not a lover of her own
Why would it?
When you have a caste
To re-generate.
Let her mother
Remind her the very purpose
Of her birth is to serve
To obey, to stay within boundaries
And never to take off
Crush her
Crumble her
all you can..