Conflicting Idealism!

When mother had put on the dress to me, She told me not to let anyone to remove that, When I became slightly older, she gave me, The long skirts and blouses to wear, Then the sarees of various materials, color and designs, Filled my closets, I used to run around, When I was young and then I was advised, To walk slowly without making any noise, Though the anklets, the parents had worn, Around my ankles always made the ringing tone, For them to know where I was, From wherever they were, Mother advised me to sleep on the side, And for my every sneeze she arrived with pride, To cover my exposed joined feet and to correct, A few strand on the face and smiled, A well educated man whom my parents and relatives loved, tied the three knots to make me his wife. This is the guy, who asks me to do, What my parents prevented me to do. This is the guy that my parents respect the most, And advise me to listen and obey whatever he says.