When I was born, my gender was never enough

When I was a toddler, my growth was not good enough

When I was 10-years old, my marks in school were never enough

When I was a teen, my weight was never right

When I chose my subject, my hardwork was never enough

When I went to college, it was not good enough

When I got a job, my salary was never enough

When I fell in love, my choices were never good enough

When I finally got married, my happiness never mattered

When I had a child, I was simply not good enough

When I re-started working, it was never enough, neither at home or at work

When I loved my kid and my husband, it was never really enough

When I sacrificed my entire being to please every one around me, still it was never enough

When I got old and became a grandmother, they thought of me as stupid and backward and so again my love was never enough

When I finally closed my eyes and passed away, they all bent their heads, shook it sadly and said, “nothing was ever enough for her.”