Meenaj- An Inspiration

Meenaj- An inspiration - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I beg you sir; I beg you mom So fervent was the plea of her To learn further To cruise along The sea of knowledge afar The poor little flower Placed in an orphanage Since childhood days Wished to see more light Than darkness with knowledge Wished to feel more rapture Than despair by being aware fairly Of fragrance and beauty Of the world so lovely With knowledge and knowledge only The poor soul blessed with money little Wished to be richer with knowledge full When she was doled out a proposal To marry a rich man of Arab national Happy, mom said, That’s a nice proposal indeed Meenaj, to this you need to accede But mom I am only seventeen So what, rare thing comes Not often from heaven Against all odds And against her wishes The marriage was solemnized Only to be seen shattered After a month of sustenance Only because of his wickedness By merely uttering Words of divorce by lip services And it was a plot against innocence Had been in practice Since long in a literate state of prominence And she was a prey To such animalistic practices Plotted, trapped and savoured And then disposed of like trashes But for her firmness As she is ambitious and industrious And serious in intention To pursue studies despite nuisance The whole rotten things cracked open Bringing the culprits to book And to all, Meenaj became an inspiration To kindle passion for education.............