Crime Against Women
Oh! And then she yelled,
Profusing blood and her whites now coloured, red.
She screamed-
"My makeup does not cover my bruised face,
My smile does not hide my haggard visage.
Yet no one comes to aid,
All they say is-
It will exfoliate.
All you do is- Just wait.
You are meant to be doing laundry,
Glorious victories are not in your foundary."
There are no statistics which deny the current quo-warranto status of women. Time has witnessed women haplessly and helplessly suffering, and to everyone's amazement- they are tortured both physically and mentally. They are the victims of discrimination, exploitation, aggression, vulnerability and many more which can't be merely counted on fingers!
The sacrifices made by women for reaping the best in mankind can not be merely penned down in words. Women is sacred, as in gathas. She should be fostered against all the odds and be weighed on the same scale as that of man. Man in generic, are considered to be 'the breadwinners of a society', but when it comes to women we are all blank, no words, no verses, yet speechless? Well, why not a term for women too, the sacrifices she made? Aren't we, women 'the breadmakers of that society'? We give up on our standardized beauty for the addition of your future decades, we consume ourselves to make meal for you and ensure that this piousness never fades. But, we don't ask, neither wait or have faith that ever this world- you, the so-called-dominant ones will create.
But yet all is in vain,
And discharged
Merely like
Contaminated trash in drain.
Our work is neglected,
Our pleas are rejected.
Our only hope is dejected.
And we are left 'affected'.
Yes, 'affected'; that's the word! Don't know how? So, let's flashback.
Who was the SUFFEROR of your ACID ATTACK?
Who was the RECEIVER of your SLAPS?
Who was the WARRIOR of your infinite WARS AGAINST WOMENHOOD?
You asked her to be aborted the day when she was born,
You restricted her to go to school and obey the so-called 'societial norms'.
Buy now when she achieves laurels,
You became the 'cutie-teary'.
Crime as an endemic disease, neither has any boundaries nor it ceases! All it does is proliferates, like an algae or a lichen on stagnant water.
It should be stopped? No, it shouldn't be.
It should be banned? No, not that too.
It should be abolished? No, try again....
IT SHOULD BE UPROOTED! Uprooted from its roots, because if there will be no roits, the evil tree of crime will halt, and ultimately be out of these daily chit-chats.
Why pose restrictions on girls? Do they attract 'crime'? Are they magnets? NO! They aren't.
But still, all we do is 'opposite'.
Yes, pose restrictions, be fierce, be vexed on girls.
But, it shouldn't be implied on girls, it should be quick-fixed to be adhered by 'BOYS', the inhibitors of this crime. As is the instance, with fire; when a fire sparks up, you don't blame the flame that gets ignited, but you do blame the stones or the match sticks, be it only the person responsible for its ignition.
Crime, in today's materialistic and patriarchal society is burgeoning merely like a forest fire. Growing eerie and darker day in and day out. Crime is an offendable deed, which still prevails in this thwatched walls of world. Crevices grow, and crime penetrates from inside it. Cemented hearts now we have, bricked walls which frontiers snap.
But this wicked deed can't be mimed,
It has its own, unique and an ear-piercing hymn.
Yes, Crime do has its rhyme,
In which sprinkled is your sugar-coated chime.
Thy nefarious feats have by you considered to be 'entertaining',
But for us, for women, they are no less than 'threatening'.
We fear leaving our houses,
Because
Streets are bubbling by your acid dauses.
We fear leaving our parent's lap,
Because
What you have is, gives us thorny naps.
If not thwarted it will deracinate the norms; ultimately leading to the declined creed of women, and posterity.
Ponder! Muse!! Think!!! But at last, and alas- "Abate!"
Profusing blood and her whites now coloured, red.
She screamed-
"My makeup does not cover my bruised face,
My smile does not hide my haggard visage.
Yet no one comes to aid,
All they say is-
It will exfoliate.
All you do is- Just wait.
You are meant to be doing laundry,
Glorious victories are not in your foundary."
There are no statistics which deny the current quo-warranto status of women. Time has witnessed women haplessly and helplessly suffering, and to everyone's amazement- they are tortured both physically and mentally. They are the victims of discrimination, exploitation, aggression, vulnerability and many more which can't be merely counted on fingers!
The sacrifices made by women for reaping the best in mankind can not be merely penned down in words. Women is sacred, as in gathas. She should be fostered against all the odds and be weighed on the same scale as that of man. Man in generic, are considered to be 'the breadwinners of a society', but when it comes to women we are all blank, no words, no verses, yet speechless? Well, why not a term for women too, the sacrifices she made? Aren't we, women 'the breadmakers of that society'? We give up on our standardized beauty for the addition of your future decades, we consume ourselves to make meal for you and ensure that this piousness never fades. But, we don't ask, neither wait or have faith that ever this world- you, the so-called-dominant ones will create.
But yet all is in vain,
And discharged
Merely like
Contaminated trash in drain.
Our work is neglected,
Our pleas are rejected.
Our only hope is dejected.
And we are left 'affected'.
Yes, 'affected'; that's the word! Don't know how? So, let's flashback.
Who was the SUFFEROR of your ACID ATTACK?
Who was the RECEIVER of your SLAPS?
Who was the WARRIOR of your infinite WARS AGAINST WOMENHOOD?
You asked her to be aborted the day when she was born,
You restricted her to go to school and obey the so-called 'societial norms'.
Buy now when she achieves laurels,
You became the 'cutie-teary'.
Crime as an endemic disease, neither has any boundaries nor it ceases! All it does is proliferates, like an algae or a lichen on stagnant water.
It should be stopped? No, it shouldn't be.
It should be banned? No, not that too.
It should be abolished? No, try again....
IT SHOULD BE UPROOTED! Uprooted from its roots, because if there will be no roits, the evil tree of crime will halt, and ultimately be out of these daily chit-chats.
Why pose restrictions on girls? Do they attract 'crime'? Are they magnets? NO! They aren't.
But still, all we do is 'opposite'.
Yes, pose restrictions, be fierce, be vexed on girls.
But, it shouldn't be implied on girls, it should be quick-fixed to be adhered by 'BOYS', the inhibitors of this crime. As is the instance, with fire; when a fire sparks up, you don't blame the flame that gets ignited, but you do blame the stones or the match sticks, be it only the person responsible for its ignition.
Crime, in today's materialistic and patriarchal society is burgeoning merely like a forest fire. Growing eerie and darker day in and day out. Crime is an offendable deed, which still prevails in this thwatched walls of world. Crevices grow, and crime penetrates from inside it. Cemented hearts now we have, bricked walls which frontiers snap.
But this wicked deed can't be mimed,
It has its own, unique and an ear-piercing hymn.
Yes, Crime do has its rhyme,
In which sprinkled is your sugar-coated chime.
Thy nefarious feats have by you considered to be 'entertaining',
But for us, for women, they are no less than 'threatening'.
We fear leaving our houses,
Because
Streets are bubbling by your acid dauses.
We fear leaving our parent's lap,
Because
What you have is, gives us thorny naps.
If not thwarted it will deracinate the norms; ultimately leading to the declined creed of women, and posterity.
Ponder! Muse!! Think!!! But at last, and alas- "Abate!"
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