This poor country

All these dust and crowded streets obscure my mind;
Wave of questions come up on the  surface: Was it necessary to uproot me 

and toss me in this poor country where women are only seen as second sex?
Was it necessary to bring me back in a country 

where misogyny  towards women erupts in the dark/darkest corner;
Lava suddenly flows on the bed and 

young girls are burnt on the same lava in a village of Ghazipur...

Was it so necessary to meet you?
Without me you would have been much better;

Without me you would have lived a blissful life...
You would have an ending like Cinderella with a common quote: "They lived happily ever after!"
These dusty roads, polluted city with a thin river who has forgot her own existence 

and lives with the memory of a bygone era...
Was it too necessary for us to find each other? 

Lucknow, India