The First Mistake...

My birth moment brought about a dynamic change in my relatives’ expressions,

The atmosphere got transformed from anticipation to frustration.

My initial expressions matched that of each of my relative in the Hospital’s dorm,

The lone one to cry in joy was none other than my mom.

During childhood, people in my locality nurtured me with love & care

But now that I’ve grown mature, I get scared even by their stares.

I’ve now got acquainted with the position of each of the sewage drain in the locality,

But the newspaper gave me light, about the change of lamp-posts by the municipality.

The first time I had left home, for pursuing my higher education,

My mother acted sternly that day, in defiance to hide her expressions.

That day, her rolling tears, appeared to move faster than the speed of the train,

And they soon turned uncontrollable as the monsoon rains.

Thereafter she called me several times a day, with conversations not so detailed,

More than her love for me, it was her sense of fear that prevailed.

Before entering into the sacred marriage relationship,

My would-be husband had to be weighed down on a scale of material possession ship.

They say that the father gets relieved at the marriage of his daughter,

But the debt he was now under was justly equivalent to his slaughter.

Looking back at life, each moment of it was at other’s stake,

Forcing me to recollect what was My First Mistake?