! ! ! ! ! I Wonder Who Was This Guy...! ! ! ! !

I wonder why… Am I denied A ride on the swing. I wonder why… Am I deprived Of Colours in my life. I wonder why… My bangles were broken And my bindi wiped… I wonder why… On my birth, my parents Cursed their fate. I wonder why… Why am I alive If all wait for me to die. I wonder why… I am not allowed To play like a child. I wonder why… When I can speak I have no voice. I wonder why… I was given in marriage When I had not come of age. I wonder why… I have to wear white And people want me out of sight. I wonder why… They call me a widow And even hate my shadow. I wonder why... do I have to mourn and cry for an unknown guy. I wonder why… am condemned to pretend to live.. am dead Written after reading an article in a leading Indian magazine, about the plight of child widows, in Desert state of Rajasthan. It’s a long dark tunnel for thousands of child Widows. Govt. doesn't even have census figures Mamta Agarwal 12.04.09