The Girl

Amidst the tense prayers, cries were heard, Another life, to bear the weight of the world. Gazes of joy and hesitation blurred, Hands trembled as a little angel in pink was curled. A soft rain of blessing but rooted with fear, Dreams were measured and muted for the dear, Even the walls whispered lullabies of concern, Road of rules so cruel and lessons to learn, "She must be graceful," elders sighed, "She should be careful," neighbors implied, Even her laughter was quietly trained, Till the sparkle in her eyes drained, Honor rested on her fragile name, A single step away from blame, Mother's hope stitched in her shawl, Father's worries built invisible walls, Each rule a shield, each fear a scar, Love weighed heavy, near or far, "World is not kind," they lovingly said, Courage slept where hope once spread, Yet beneath the hush, beneath the fear, A heartbeat thundered, stubborn, and clear. For even caged wings, remember the sky, And a girl is born not just to comply, One day, she will rise from the taught despair, Unlearning the whispers sewn in her prayer. Not a burden, not a silent role, But a universe walking in human soul,