Once upon a time, there was a girl.
Dreams and desires, her heart would swirl,
She wanted to live life, her way,
Not much she knew without vice, there is no way.
She was 18 when she fell in love.
First love, we all know what it’s like,
Entire family abhored her choice
That was indeed her vice.
She went ahead and married him.
Soon she regretted adoring him,
They went separate ways in no time,
She was paving her way into life.
On a journey she met another man,
Religiously separate yet, they drew their plan.
Will make this marriage work, she thought?
The worry made it worst, and she lost.
Then came the cameraman.
She thought to herself, she had some swag,
Trying out religion, with every man.
True as she was to herself, vice was all she delt.
Decades passed as this continued for her,
A young girl, she was now much older.
She decided to look back to retract,
What made her ‘her’, rewind the patch.
The constant hatred of the family,
The constant worry to die alone.
One day she decided, what she wanted badly,
And she left the house, in apathy.
That’s the moment she was sure,
What she had endured,
Her decision to make this her last choice,
Turned out to be her last vice.