They thought me fragile,
So always they did guard.
And never let me fly free,
Over the sky like a free bird.
All were unhappy,
When I was born.
He was upset then,
Her dream was torn.
So I brought up,
Like the weeds.
In land of dreams,
Did bitter the sweets.
Before testing my wings,
They called me soft and sick.
They told me to be a girl,
And never to dream of a peak.
They praised my beauty,
As I grew edible and tall.
Marry her off now,
Suggested they all.
They decorated me a bride,
And sent to in- laws in hurry,
Had I any dream unseen?
And they did that bury.
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