I wonder why… <br />Am I denied <br />A ride on the swing. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />Am I deprived <br />Of Colours in my life. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />My bangles were broken <br />And my bindi wiped… <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />On my birth, my parents <br />Cursed their fate. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />Why am I alive <br />If all wait for me to die. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />I am not allowed <br />To play like a child. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />When I can speak <br />I have no voice. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />I was given in marriage <br />When I had not come of age. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />I have to wear white <br />And people want me out of sight. <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />They call me a widow <br />And even hate my shadow. <br /> <br />I wonder why... <br />do I have to mourn and cry <br />for an unknown guy. <br /> <br /> <br />I wonder why… <br />am condemned <br />to pretend to live.. am dead <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Written after reading an article in a leading Indian magazine, about the plight of child widows, in Desert state of Rajasthan. It’s a long dark tunnel for thousands of child <br />Widows. Govt. doesn't even have census figures <br /> <br />Mamta Agarwal <br />12.04.09<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wonder-who-was-this-guy/
