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This poem is a salute to all the women who have come forward, leaving behind the darkest memories and also all the women who held their hand in this journey in form of mother, sister, daughter, friend or a well-wisher.
I, discarded, polluted, unwanted,
They held me in their clutches,
Chewed on my flesh,
Sucked the love out,
Patches etched of their nibbles,
And left on the gravel.
I, emptied, burnt, ruined,
Rolling from here to there,
Under the polished shoes,
What the use of an empty bottle,
After the wine is consumed.
And you just happened by,
In a hopeless noon,
You held me in your long hand,
Eyed me with curious gaze,
As if I am a piece of moon.
The sun was moving west,
And you were a scavenger,
But you didn't put me into dirt,
Instead took me home,
And turned me into art.
Those tickling strokes of brushes,
You painted me in red and blue,
Dipped in bright colors,
I was afraid of the darkness,
You blew me few breathes anew.
You put in your fireplace,
Placed a bunch of rose,
And stared at me amused,
While I glintered shyly,
More than any of your showpiece.
PS:
Dear men,
You have asking us from years that what is that we women need. I can see it has driven you in such a way to the brink of frustration that you are losing you hair in patches and you babble in you sleep. I think it's time that we should come forward and have a one-to-one conversation. Here I have tried a tad bit to appease your curiosity and return you back your sleep.
We don't need your protection,
We need your support.
We don't need your shelter,
We need your respect.
We don't need your sympathy,
We need your love.
Can you give us just this much? Than any beach holiday or diamond necklace this will give us more pleasure. On the eve of women's day can you just promise your lady this much?
Yours truly,
A woman.
PSS: This might be illegal to talk about Something that is banned by govt. yet I would. Because I give shit about what govt. is going to do. May be this blog space will be shut down. What more??? But I need to speak out and I will.
Two days back I watched the documentary based on Nirbhaya case. I curiously, patiently and attentively watched the hour long video. And finally concluded that it's our fault. It's undoubtedly our fault. The way we have moulded our society with prejudices, this is where we are now. A rapist is defining our girls shamelessly. When that culprit dared to speak that the girls from good household don't roam around at night with boys and it's justified what they did and that was to teach lesson to other girls, his tongue should have been pulled out and his balls castracted with acid right away. How dared he to even open his filthy mouth. Who the rats ass he is to define guidelines of good girl? Rot you moron, you psycho. Come before me once and I will show you what you deserve. I challenge you scumbag. Accept it and prove your manhood.
