They peeled off my white coat
They rolled up and locked in my masters
They were not of my blood
Yet they could make me walk on a thread.
They forced on me adornments
Glittering robes and glistening shades
I could just scream at the figure
Staring at me from the mirror.
I am no more the girl of books
I am ‘the woman ‘ of a new house
Dream no more for you,they said,
Dream for your baby and his world.
Though ladles replaced my pens,
Though the broom replaced my books,
I stood firmer than ever
For I have built with fantasies,a tower.