I met this beautiful lady in the fields of Rajasthan. Her story inspired me to write this poem. It's a shame to see such contrast in a country which aims to be at the developed stage. Change the mentality of the citizens and the country will progress.
O the women in rural India,
You're strong and responsible,making your way through all obstacle,an inspiration to many, I'm surprised how they don't realize your importance already.
Cursed when born,instead of celebrating everybody scorns,your mother is called a sinner to bear a girl in her wombthe pencil in your hand is replaced by a broom.
To them educating you is a waste of moneythe same cash would go to your dowry,married away at such a young ageyou're now trapped in an another cage.
You're now expected to multiplyhaving even more to satisfy,beware, don't bear a girl childelse your in-laws would get wild.
Still, you bear the torch of ever burning flamemaking your own destiny, having no one to blame,you help your husband in earning the breadso your children can always stay ahead.
O you women in rural Indiayou're an inspiration to many, I'm surprised how they don't realize your importance already.--
Also in the poetry series: The Princess Warrior
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