Don’t call me a princess | A Poem by Bhumika Ahuja

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I grew up as my daddy’s princess,
But with the sheltered realities of this gluttonous era,
It’s not something I’d really aspire to be.
Don’t call me a princess
For I’ll then be just a mere piece,
Of the game of chess; of politics indeed.
Don’t call me a princess
For it turns out to be a mere exchange,
Between two royalties- an economic invest.
Don’t call me a princess
For at the end of the day,
I get my wants, not my needs.
Don’t call me a princess,
For when the young maiden walks in,
All my sheaths are forgotten.
Don’t call me a princess,
For I’d beg to be poor.

 

Bhumika Ahuja is a high school sophomore from Surat, Gujarat. Just another 16 year old raging for vengeance through literature.

3 thoughts on “Don’t call me a princess | A Poem by Bhumika Ahuja”

  1. Bhumika well written. Actually speaking that is the state of women. It is only in words that they r called princess. Young minds have to bring the change. Keep it up. A gud thought excecuted will certainly bring the change. GBU. Luv.

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