Yes , it was. She didn’t commit suicide.She was murdered.She was killed and raped a thousand times before she finally gave up on her life.By the “MEN” who see this as their macho and a Birthright since they are more strong then the women around them.
First she faces the danger of being killed before even entering this godforsaken world.Even if she makes her way through it.She is the “Second Child” in the family always.Education,liberty and modernization are not a right but a privilege for her and after overcoming this shithole, she is married to a man she does not even know properly.
For many Indian men the term “Marital Rape” does not exist. “How can it be a rape if she is my wife”. She is your wife idiot not your property Idiot!!
And as she ages, her fingers now tremble and the mouth speaks seldom because she has now learnt to bury all the pain and suffering deep inside her! .To whom she must shout,To whom she should cry her river of oppression and pain. The pain only releases only after her death!
Girls walking down the streets are whistled at,Eye-fucked by hundreds of men everyday.Yeah! I admire the beauty, but there is the difference between admiration and lust, between beautiful and “Maal” and between “Gorgeous” and ” Cracker”.
It’s not the problem of India,it’s an mental epidemic all across the world.
So, my heart melted and ink made it’s strokes to write this Poem,
Who is she?
A girl, a woman and a mother is what she is
Friend to some and a lover to him she is
Dress her in red, and worship her like a Goddess
And, then rip her fabric apart and treat her like a witch in your holy shrine
She walks down the road every eve
Stared by the men, she veils her pain and grief
People see her as a sack of meat, to feast their eyes upon
To shallow to realise the beautiful soul which lay in her beneath
Love to lust, she had stood strong in all season’s
Still the size of her clothes is the all the reason
Of, the tossing and crushing of her self-respect and dignity
By, the masses of every section in this disgraceful society
So, grow up folks, it’s been a million years of evolution
Isn’t it too late to realise that her clothes aren’t the solution
As, she stands on the quicksand of the narrow-minded patriarchy
Sinking her deep, with her every move to elevate the society
And, it seems her identity is lost somewhere now
As, she lies in a corner sobbing till her tears run out
Making a choice between the rope and the poison which she held in her trembling hands
Deciding to end this torcher of life, once for and all
As it wasn’t yours it was “Her’s” fault.
The time calls for the collective action of the society to stop this nuisance once and for all because she didn’t commit suicide she WAS MURDERED.
Good Bye!! Till then. We will meet again soon.
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