

They say I don’t belong here.
I was daughter ‘their’s’ once.
Of this family, by blood, by love.
I grew up, they married me off!
No longer, situation is same.
“I am married”, ” I am someone else’s “.
“I don’t have the say”, ” I can’t nay! “.
Once ‘my room’, is no more, mine.
This land: I planted tree, I trimmed these grasses, now flowered, with dozen fruits.
This balcony,
I cried,in pain; I danced, in rain.
This dine:
I cooked with love, of love, for the love.
So different things have grown.
I look through window; not come inside.
I am a stranger, a passing by.
This structure of wood and bricks,
People said, ‘house’; I ‘home’.
What should I plate it now:
“My ‘ex’ parents house”.
