I see the cars passing by,
Wondering why,
I wasn't born in those rich homes.
I see them flaunting their bare skin,
Why did my parents consider the same thing a sin?
I feel butterflies in my stomach,
When i see a mother kiss her daughter.
And then a jolt of pain in my heart,
Remembering my own mother.
Had she been on my side all this while,
I could have gained over another another mile,
In my now stagnant life.
Then I see a rickshaw being pedaled away,
Then the peddler looked up and gave me a smile,
And made me wonder,
The cause of my chagrin.
Was it lack of a sister
Or a careless father?
Or was it the part of my heart,
That I lost to goddess Hestia,
The last summer along with my mother.
