You taught me... then why hate me?

Had a tragic night when me and my husband were stuck on the highway with a flat tier. Somehow we found our way out and reached home safe. But the tier was screwed up big time and so was my car. Not just it was flat, but it was **^&*^* up.  But the next day, it was fixed and things were smooth with my car.

While this was the story of my car tier, I look into my life which is not much different from my car life. The car is something like a family run by its family members (the wheels). Even if one is damaged or punctured, the entire car halts. My life (as of now) is also like this… and me being the punctured.

Married against my parent’s wish and will. Never knew living my wish would cost me the wrath of my parents and my family.

Here is a something straight from my heart… dedicated to my loved family who stood by me whenever I stumbled, but missed them by my side when I needed them the most… 

You taught me to talk

Then why hate for what I spoke

You taught me to walk
Then why hate me for the path I chose

You taught me to be strong
Then why hate me for my strength to decide

You taught me to fight
Then why hate me when I fought for my right

You taught me to love all and hate none
Then why hate me for loving someone

You taught me not to discriminate
Then why am I the discriminated one

You taught me to be contended
Then why hate me for being happy

You taught me to dream big and aim bigger
Then why hate me for living my dream

You taught me to forgive
Then why hate me so much that I am the forgotten

You wish, you dream and then you live your dream…
But not every time everybody lives in your dream

You love, you marry and then you live your love life
But not every time everybody love your life