Architectural Poem by Randhir kaur

The way she contrived her life was not the way life was going. Like every independent girl she too wanted to feed her every need, she too wanted to finance herself. Dreamt of being an architectural but life dragged her to the parents orthodox and conventional way of lifestyle. Her parents never allowed much to attend any pub, coffeehouses, parties or get together's with pals. These gigs were considered to be in the name of those who were uplifted in the bed of gold. Such words were not accepted by the respected and sober reputed family but she wasn't a credence of typical values, though she knows to stands in the society, to face the horde. She never bothered even to ask her parents if they would allow her to attend the shindig of her best crony because she knew the straight answer by her mother, 'NO'. Maybe that was her dread. She was scared from her family rituals. She endured but never questioned or argued. And this was the reason perchance that she abhor to make best comrades. She feared to be loved. She feared from getting attached because even if she wanted to get close she would fail to do so due to the bogey. Terrified from the society. Terrified from the family believes. Terrified from the questions of her mother, question of why she is into love.?
She was nursed with utmost horror. She cannot speak her heart out. She is living in timidity. She cannot burst her emotions. She cannot spit the rage out because she would get a cuff on the phiz or in return she would be taught to control her antagonism.
She played hard with the utensils to thrust her soft hands. She hurt herself daily by this or that. The rain made her leaves arid.
She was in way to explore her life, to give a high flight to her dreams. But the journey lead her to the graveyard.
Indeed, she was an architectural. She is designing a dark house and the day she flourishes her foundation is the day she will perish.