To be precise

I came out from such a holy place,

Though cried alot seeing people's craze,

(I said) Oh ! I don't wanna come please spare me,

To be precise, I was not ready for the race.

Crawling was actually a try of an escape,

So that I can ran away from the trap.

I used to get angry if someone would lift me up,

To be precise, I did not want to be in videos and snap.

School days before teens, spent in combing hair,

"Good Girl" was to be proved so I didn't dare.

I did not shy to be any John's pair

To be precise, mumma's girl had frame of care.

Teenage started and all the tunes changed,

Granny’s oil, Daddy's talk was not in trend.

Glands were enjoying being called significant now,

To be precise, ‘mood’ was fully in body's trend.

Started college with painted long nails,

Crushes, craziness were expected, not boring mails.

Eyes and Skin were only sold in late night chats,

To be precise, My BF would need me when he got fail.

Haha ! Yeah ! Finally, I am married now,

I had just settled profession, of course, of ‘His Choice’.

I loved kid, but hated when felt the same inside,

To be precise, before baby, I wanted to be its pride.

My children too grown up in same routine,

I was now middle aged, expected to be typical.

Was not happy that my boy had married his fairy,

To be precise, I was too cool to be called granny.

Now I can see, all of me, standing around,

Some were happy inside I.C.U, some were crying on ground.

I had sacrificed all and started living on, so called, "Their Choice"

But to be precise, God did not allow even that, I was burnt among crowd.