Bound In Beauty Poem by Ishita Parik

The little girl who want to play,
Cannot even walk today.
Her laughter silenced, her spirt bound.
A cruel tradition tightly wound.

With each tiny inch, a world unseen
Her pain echoes where beauty's been.
Their beauty standard is a chain.

Everyone is telling her to walk straight.
But she can't, cause it hurts so great.
She sits and wonders why should it be done.
Questioning until her life is done.

- Ishita Parik