Is this the way with all women?

I saw my Mum,

Fighting in subdued voice

Crying silently,

Before stern papa,

Who rushed out

Without a caring word.

I have seen her like this

so many times.

Ma would ask God ,

Her Krishna ,

Give me peace!

And Happiness to my family!

Lord! Give my husband a long life.

She would confide in God

And talk to Him

When nobody listened to her.

Nobody ever listened to her.

And Nobody I can find,

Who would listen to me either,

I will talk to God,