She is
battered, she is beaten,
She has to
bear the brunt,
She is
cursed, she is hurt,
Blamed for
how things have turned.
She is the
mother,
She’s the
daughter,
She’s the
sister,
She is the
wife,
She is the
hand that rocks the cradle,
A part of
every life, yet it’s a surprise.
She is sadly
the burden,
He wanted to
get rid of,
So he puts
her up for sale,
In a
matrimonial shop.
He packs her
away with him,
Never
bothering to think,
Pays a
fortune to say bye,
Leaves her
to drown and sink.
She was
never sent to school,
Can’t help
her kids to read,
Yet somehow
she gets blamed,
When grades
begin to weep,
She wakes up
before the sun,
To clean and
cook a meal,
She sleeps
last at the night,
Crushed
under his heels.
She is just
a toy for them,
Stripped
naked and raped,
She is
blamed for all his faults,
How his
destiny is shaped,
She keeps on
taking all,
The curses,
canes and boots,
She was born
with the sorry fate,
Thrown out
of plane, no parachute.
Gosh! That disturbs me a lot. But then, the Indian patriarchal society still views women as doormats. You rightly narrate the present status of women in the society.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely depicted in words what is the state of women in this country.
ReplyDeleteIf at all, we could have some impact on society by our constant signals and messages, it would have been different. But as usual, the culprits refuse to pay heed to any plea.
Great flow of words. Continue to sharpen your skill by regular writing. It is important to write on socially relevant issues.
Keep writing :))