It’s been a week since you tied the knot
Is Aunt Flo already there?
Maan banged my door every morning what not
Asking me when I will give her an heir?
A son you shall bear it’s an order I tell you
Not two, but three or four
I wailed to my husband how will we make four boys?
And he said
Just ignore
I told my mother what Maan desires
To which her eyes popped open wide
She showed me glistening gold jhumkaas
That I had never seen in my life
I will gift those to you on the day she said
You will bring a grandson in my life
I wailed to my husband about what my mother said
And he replied
Just ignore
At last, I am with good news I smiled
With all the women on a prayer mat
Whilst I am hoping for a healthy child
I know what the other women are at
The day has come and we feel elated
Cuddling the bundle of joy in our hands
But it’s a moment which Maan dreaded
A girl child – She never understands
I wailed to my husband about Maan’s swollen eyes
And he spoke
Just ignore
Now that I am a mother myself
I shall not repeat what my mama had done
How can you, being born a woman yourself
Torture others to bear a son
You do not become superior the moment you bear a boy
Daughters and sons are always a blessing
Pink or blue, both bring equal joy
My daughter is bright, active and loving
She is successful and loves to explore
I wailed to my husband Maan is forcing her granddaughter to bear a son
And he told me to
Just ignore