Amma

That's enough of calling my name
I am worried about going insane

You don't have an idea
That I am driven by an idea
Of living by myself

I may refuse to marry any soon
You propose
But I never say it is permanent
I do want to... someday
which is yet unknown to me

I dream I dream and I dream
You know I dreamt you riding a bike
with me on the backseat

But then I woke up to your yelling
I tapped my head and banged my fist on wall
'dreams... Crazy dreams'

I wear red but not because I am rehearsing for marriage
I wear saree but not because I want to impress some boy
I wear bindi but not because I want to feel you

Amma
Can I ask you something
When did you become this? And why?

I guess it is another mistake of this stupid world

I am not from this world of yours
I have a life I want to have a life
I have dreams I have imaginations
I want to become 'something' just something but not you.
I pity you and I do not want to add on to this huge mess of women.

I am sorry? Can you forgive me? Can you let me go? Please !!