She carries a load on her chest
She tends to her responsibilities
She compromises each time, unasked
She solutions each time
She worries incessantly for one and
all
She lives a selfless life
Yet she feels violated each day
Yet she bears the brunt of lost
tempers
Yet she gives herself up to daily
lust
Yet she is the boxing bag for
misplaced tempers
Yet she is violated each day
Yet she bears silently each day
If she raises her voice
She is unduly silenced
If she walks out with her head high
She is selfish and not a family girl
If she takes a moment for her needs
She is insensitive to family needs
She works as she is someone’s
property
Literally and figuratively
She lies down and spreads her legs
Literally and figuratively
She is raped countless times by her
own
Literally and figuratively
Many a religious sanctity
Debar her for a moments peace
Many a conservative family
Debar her from choosing free
Violated again and again
Every day
Some of these gruesome acts
Make the news sometimes
Yes, brutal acts
Uncalled for and undone
Justice deserved certainly
But for violations across the board
When will we rise
From our egos and pride
When will we respect all
For simply being alive
When will we, when will we
Be equal?
Across India, we can spot a deep rooted hypocrisy in regard to women--I mean in our attitude.On the one hand we reel off poems of this ilk,but with the full knowledge that they won't change the national perspective one jot or tittle.On the other hand,if circumstances are favourable--I mean if the woman happens to be a loner or no one is watching us--we, no matter how well we are educated or well heeled-- tend to misbehave with them without any scruple too.
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