Daughters by Minerva Sarma

Aakriti Daughters

Beware of the things you are giving your little daughter

Dollhouses or crayons?

Love or freedom?

Imagination, books?

Beware if it’s a book

Beware if she tucks it under her arm

And reads before going to sleep

Beware if she sneaks at midnight, flashing in hand

To read it under a blanket

Beware is she makes reading a serious business

Because a girl who reads

Becomes a woman who thinks

Inside and outside notions

The circles you had drawn with pale chalks

she has already tread across


Engrossed in a book

Poem by Minerva Sarma; Image by Aakriti Kuntal