We live in a society where women's dignity is still questioned. We live in a society where beauty is measured with good looks. We live in a society where working means capital. We live in a society where people love to brag about their opulence. We live in a society where freedom means dominating. We live in a society where mental health problems are a shame. We live in a society where racism is valued more than quality. We live in a society where success is reoriented with the amount of wealth in our accounts. We live in a society where love means a person. . . . . . We have time, we have power, we have knowledge but we are still not audacious enough. . . With much love and hoping for a change♡
When a GIRL, a WOMAN or more specifically a CHILD is raped, she doesn't lose only her outer dignity but also her conscience which stops working. Her HOPES shatter, her PRESENT shivers and her FUTURE darkens. We live in a SOCIETY which may pretend to be impartial against girls' rights but act the opposite every day. We live in a SOCIETY where girls are still censured for not behaving the way they should. We still have people resuiding in our SOCIETY who seem to see woman as an object which can be used up for personal pleasure. Like the SOCIETY, we PEOPLE are queer too. We protest against the atrocities but forget the very next day. We try to decipher the pain the victims or probably the survivors go through but not till the extent to cure it. But it's high time to raise our confidence to stop these wrong doings. It's vital to act but not just speak. It's essential to demand for justice. It's necessary to claim for harsher penalties but not to wait for a more traumatic act.
So this poem is for every GIRL, WOMEN and CHILD who has faced harrasement and whose life has faded
The slautherd soul, The paralysed heart, The unaware body; pretend to be normal Although she is poured with Care, Concern and Love. She's reminded of the ruthless devils' Grimy essent. With every passing day, Her oblivious existence is observed. In the bizarre society, She is both sympathised and criticized. Criticised for flaunting herself, Perhaps, because she is a girl Born to bear. She gets assurance too, To attain her lost dignity, To attain her faded esteem, And to attain her desired equity. But faded; slowly faded, Her hopes and assurance. FADED; her ailing conscience And FADED; Her thirst for justice.