This poem is written by Clarissa D’Lima (BA. LLB. Class of 2021)
Maybe someone’s queen now, someone’s lifeline now,
But much before that she was her daddy’s little princess, to her mother a royal bride
Before you embraced life from her,
Before she chose to bear the painful pangs for you,
She too was pampered and caressed, just as she now does to you
For she too was a princess before she kissed your little head,
Though now she has forgotten how, and you have not known how.
Now that you are, she has left behind her traits of royalty, shed them one by one.
Shed it… when she suppressed her desires, to make real yours,
When she sacrificed her success, to facilitate yours,
When she gave up her choices to respect yours,
Forgetting that she was a princess…as she made you her prince.
In the struggle to nurture her prince, she has let go her royal tantrums,
In the night to ensure your sound sleep, she has given up her guarded rest.
In annoying moments when she would like to throw a fuss, she now has yours to carter.
On occasions, all admiration that she could have royally received, she let them become yours.
But forget not that she was a princess, before you were.