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Burn me down with burdens,

Stoop me down with stripped shoulders,

Lower my glare down

With just your wisdom sharp,

Just because I was born a lady?

To yearn is to die,

To be free is to lie,

And to love is to sacrifice,

Is this all I deserve,

Just because I was born a lady?

I was born amidst the cries of cares,

Of a mother’s blood and bones,

Of a father’s freedom and fates,

And brought up like a princess,

Just to be a king’s mistress?

Just because I was born a lady?

To deepen upon love,

Of unholy deeds,

And deepest desires filling in,

And just to know I cannot dream,

Just because I was born a lady?

To adorn the holy vermilion,

Be drowned in depths of

The auspicious turmeric milk,

1And bathed down into purity,

Just because I was born a lady?

To bleed at months,

To pounce in pain,

Hold onto hates,

And be heard you aren’t the best in bed,

Just because I was born a lady?

To cry in close,

And serve in smiles,

To live to die,

And witness to worship,

And face the hardship,

Just because I was born a lady?

I was once a giggling girl,

Then a levius lady,

And today a worrying wife,

Of a malicious man

I am devoted to,

Just because I was born a lady?

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Born in Kolkata, Anushka is a young poem who tries to express opinions through her deep passion for writing. She loves to paint, take photographs, visit places, meet people, research about remote places of India, with a hope in heart to be a voice of the oppressed.