Born in this nasty world
With plenty of aspirations.
Solely me - under the day getting fold,
Landed with perspiration.
Lack of bit mud,
grounded on this cursing thud,
down on a day full of scud.
He went back with no noise,
An ambition with lack of rejoice.
Glimpse of sorrow, dreams getting narrow.
"Was he happy,
Or intent to be -
Just because, I am his remorseful second daughter."
 
Days getting passed,
Weeks ending quick and fast.
I grew and flew - to the top of grade.
Alphabets gone, classes flown like a classical parade.
"Was he happy,
Or intent to be -
Just because, I am his adolescent second daughter."
 
Age getting tall,
Career turning a fall.
Friends and relations,
Were my only creations.
Roaming filthy lame brains,
Shackled them under legal chains.
Just because, of their unhealthy veins.
Fear of disaster-
He tensed quick and faster.
"Was he happy,
Or intent to be -
Just because, I am his teenage second daughter."
 
Studies done, earnings come.
Am I a supporting thumb.
Unexpected job - by a female jane.
Proud family, with a precious sane.
"Was he happy,
Or intent to be -
Just because, I am his earning second daughter."
 
Love getting blossom,
Life tuning awesome.
Escaping home nights with humane fear,
Spending with friends and all my dear.
Family and relatives - step into matter,
Me and my desires - can't all they cater.
Gossips all around,
Rumors grow and end down.
"Was he happy,
Or intent to be -
Just because, I am his marriageable second daughter."
 
Time to move towards whole new world.
New relations, new emotions
New wishes , new roles
Each being emerging goal on this world.
Embracing the change,
Adhering the lovely waiting pain.
Stepped into an ironic whispering campaign.
Daddy - I will always miss those days
You loved us in all different ways.
"Are you still happy,
Or intent to be -

 

Just because, I am your never returning second daughter."
 
- Nawal (नवल)