Poem: Story Of A Woman
Story Of A Women: Poem
I am a woman.
I am surrounded by chains.
I am lying in a corner.
Don't ask me, how I grew up in the world.
Men are waiting in every street for me,
Eyes full of lust always stares me,
Which dwelt me into fear,
Eve- teasing is a regular meal for me,
They follow me sometime with their friends,
It seems like a romance to them,
They forget to remember their own sister and daughter inbetween all this.
Neither ashamed nor abashed by their act,
Teasing makes them feel more manly.
I never feel that a woman will be able to live peacefully.
Because feeling is now void and null,
Do women who walk on her way alone, reaches home safely?
Be it a train or a bus or a woman standing on a square.
You cannot even imagine a woman to be comfortable.
You cannot even understand what it is to be a woman.
I have to live for my loved ones even after lakhs of restrictions.
It is not necessary that you hunt with your hands.
You raped with your eyes a thousand times,
Be careful, people of the world, one day you will die at the edge.
Today again I say that women are such a power that you will not be able to enjoy it.
By desolating my peace, you will remain infamous on the middle square.